Leave Melanie to fend for herself.
From Create Your Own Story
You glance over to see that Melanie is done for. Even if you wanted to save her, you couldn't. The man has her down in the parking lot, beating her with what looks like a tire-iron. You grimace, but follow the girl you just rescued inside of the sporting good's store. She locks the door behind you and then pulls you behind a cash register to hide.
In the dim light of the flashlight, you can just make out her name tag: Leslie. You shine the light on Leslie to be sure she's okay, and though she has a few fingernail scratches on her arm, she looks no worse for wear. She's a frumpy little thing, no older than twenty, you'd guess. Her wet clothing clings to her frame, which is rounded and doughy, and her dark red hair hangs thickly around her face in wet clumps. Her face is pretty, but the rest of her is a bit of a mess.
