Try to fight the guards.
From Create Your Own Story
Seeing these men's current condition, you suddenly realize you might have a fighting chance. Dad's taught you a few good moves while you were growing up, so you know how to hold your own.
Lowering your shoulders and bending your knees slightly inward, you raised your fists to eye level and squinted your hazel eyes.
"Come and get me." You flicked a streak of hair away from your face with one fist and challenged them with a slight grin.
"Don't..get cocky. You...little bitch...!" Still struggling for air, the round man growled in a low voice as the three man steadily moved apart and closed in on you like a group of hunters trapping a wild beast, each man inching in from a different angle with their arms spread open and looking for an opportunity to strike.
Glancing around alertly from one man to the other, you bent your knees a bit more to lower your petite body, you were never the biggest kid in school and learned early on to use your small figure as an advantage.
The lankier man, perhaps detecting an opening, suddenly lounged toward you from the left side. You quickly ducked under his outstretched arm and delivered a deft left hook to his chin. It wasn't a powerful blow but it managed to force him several steps back. He stumbled for a moment, rubbing his chin with a stunned expression.
"This girl's no pushover..." The other two men stopped their steady advance and exchanged a cautious glance. Then the shorter man reached to his belt to unhook his radio. You took this opening to make a quick dash to the gap between them.
"Hey!" As the three men attempted to pursue, you snatched up a small pot of cactus and fling it back at their head. Not anticipating a projectile weapon, the closer, round man was slow to react and took the ceramic pot to the face.
"Ugh!" The ceramic shattered on impact as the round guy stumbled to the ground and tripped up the short guy. The dirt from the pot scattered into the air as the lanky guy slapped his palms over his face. "Shit! My eyes! This bitch fights dirty!"
Sorry about that, cactus. You ran into the building and slammed the door shut, latching on the lock that can only be opened from the inside. The three men banged on the door, hollering and cursing loudly. You can hear the short man shouting into the radio. You realize there is no time to lose. You need to find a way out of here. You hurried back down to ground level, where you can either enter the lobby or go down into the basement parking garage.
