Call for help

Megan lay there on the floor for a moment longer. In a matter of minutes almost all of her clothing had been destroyed. She couldn't understand how such a thing had happened.

As she lay there her eyes fell upon the large window at the front of the bookshop, spotting a couple of people walking past and suddenly realise that if any of them tried to look inside they'd see her laying here in nothing but her underwear.

A quick roll took her into cover behind one of the book shelves and she begun to panic. She'd left her phone by the counter, if she could get to that, maybe she could get hold of someone who cry help her.

It takes her a few minutes to get up the courage to move, darting from bookshelf to bookshelf as quickly as possible, praying that no one looks inside as she runs. Finally she makes it to the counter, ducking down behind it, and reaching up for her phone. On her third attempt she gets it, and sits there behind the counter, trying to work out who she should call.