Don't move. you can't risk being seen. you're outnumbered.
From Create Your Own Story
You gently push Marla back behind the trashcans, and lean back as well. You could go back, but you figure holding still and not risking making any noise is the best bet. Marla looks at you confused.
"We should just wait here," you whisper. "We move, we risk being seen, and we're waaaaay out numbered."
She shrugs, then nods, then tucks her arms around her knees as she draws them to her chest. You settle in beside her, and try to listen to the rain rather than the growing sounds of screams from down the alleyway. You close your eyes and try to think of something positive, try not to think of what's happening down the alleyway.
You take a deep breath and open your eyes, and notice Marla is glancing around the trashcans.
"That big naked lady is raping on of the girls with the baseball bat," she says quietly. "Fucking a, that's brutal." She shudders a little, but it doesn't seem to bother her like you'd imagine it should. "The other one the men are taking turns with."
