Sit tight and don't move.
From Create Your Own Story
It goes on for so long that you lose track of the time. The screams are terrifying, blood curdling, and change in pitch and volume with each new torturous cruelty the two women suffer. You try your utmost to stop listening, and zone out. After awhile of listening to the ping of the rain on the trashcans, you feel Marla tugging on your shirt.
"There gone," she says. "C'mon."
She sneaks around the cans and down the alleyway, and as you near the point where the women lay, a flash of lightning illuminates the alley. The two women lie in bloodied rain puddles, stripped naked, arms and legs chopped gruesomely from their torsos, which are bruised and broken from blunt force. Their faces are unrecognizable lumps of flesh, and their matted hair conceals little of the horrific beating they endured. You fight hard to keep from throwing up, and Marla tugs you along.
"We have to move," she whispers, pulling you behind her.
Just as you turn up the other alley, Marla flicks on her light and shines it up at a door. Tucking the flashlight under her arm she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small pouch. Inside the pouch are long thin bits of metal, and she deftly goes to work picking the lock.
She turns the knob and opens it.
