It's that melodious tune of an Ice-cream truck...

Mackenzie froze. This was the first day of summer that the ice-cream truck would make its rounds. Today of all days every kid would run to the street from their home in hopes of getting a sweet dairy treat, using whatever was the shortest route between them and that square truck. She knew for a fact they wouldn't be just taking the sidewalk around the block either, that was too slow, but instead cut through every yard, every alley...

"Oh shit."Mackenzie felt a cold drip of sweat run down her nape and slither its way across her bare skin. She knew her adventure now drew closer to an end she dreaded and she had to act, fast.

She frantically looked about for a means of escape but her options were few. The fence was too large on her side of the alleyway to climb back over, making the only option to leave the alleyway out onto either her street or the cul-de-sac behind her home, and finding cover before the rush. Either could be swarmed with children and parents in a matter of minutes while the other's would undoubtedly see its residents use this alley to cut through. All Mackenzie knew was that she couldn't stay here.