Just keep running.

The little computer in your head keeps you on track as you begin the long jog across the mostly deserted wet streets that make up the 3 mile trek to get to your car. As you jog your mind wonders around what has happened so far and if this is some kind of intermission or something as the time passes and all you see are a motley collection of bums, street trash, and even gang members or **** dealers, none of which seem to give the slightest shit about the hot young thing jogging past them in the lonely night. “Well this is exciting.” You say spitefully to the night, but you do have to admit just the feeling of grace you get from jogging in your insane 7” heel boots, the chill of the night air against your skin, and the incredible detail you see all around you makes it increasingly difficult to tell reality from what ever this is.

Still about a mile from your car, a long limo like automobile you don’t immediately recognize as a threat screeches to a stop at the next intersection you were approaching just over 40’ in front of you. The sound of the tires coming to a stop is what wakes you from your daze. You look up almost confused by the sight of multiple guards piling out of the car. Then as the bullets start to fly out of their submachine guns you finally spring into motion. Your left foot slides a few inches as you pivot sharply to the right and burst into a run to the right spotting a fence you can jump over. Bullets rip through the air, you speed is enough to save you for the moment, and your armored skin is apparently enough to stop the shards of concrete that blast you as several bullets strike in front of you sending pieces of the ground into your leg ripping several small tares in your already battered stockings, but all you feel is the slightest caress. Aided by the link in your vision as you run you send a full cylinder of 5 rounds sailing back at your attackers and fell 3 of the guards, the other two just missing and ripping through the car. As you reach the fence you almost walk up it and are over in a second. Several more rounds, and yelling is all you hear as you make your way far faster than they can hope to keep up, sadly it is in the wrong direction.

“Damn, this isn’t going to work. I thought this was supposed to be fun.” You bitch to the open sky, but there is no response, and as you skip from yard to yard, getting used to how it feels as you grab a piece of barbed wire and feel the point fight at breaking through your skin and letting go just in time before it does as you sail over another fence, and laugh at a huge dog as it nips at your pretty ass trying to eat you as you clear yet another obstacle with ease, your chest heaving, and your lithe form now covered in sweat, you can’t help but smile and admit this is exhilarating.

Finally your body gives and you have to stop for a moment to rest. Panting, you wipe a bit of moisture from your soft lips and realize you could really use a drink. You look around to see where your running has taken you and to no real surprise you find you are still deep in the urban sprawl of some futuristic mega city that for all you know may cover the country. As if to mock you, your computer informs you that you are now 11 miles from the eastern edge of the city. “Why thank you computer.” You say laughing as if it would respond, and realize you have been a bit stupid. Calling up a local listing you find a bar and grill 3 blocks away.

Moments later you are walking inside. The smell of burnt bacon and piss assaults your nose as you enter but you see the only patrons are a small clutch of young punks ogling the only female patron, whom you assume is a prostitute. You ignore their cat calls as you enter and make your way to the farthest back little round table and slip onto the high stool behind it.

“Can I get you something miss.” You look up at the voice that has just appeared and smile. The waitress is very hot, far better looking than the prostitute at the front. She stands just over 5’3” with short bob cut blond hair. Her perky little tits strain to burst out of the skin tight pink t shirt she wears that drops to just above her sexy strong abs and navel that is pierced with a single golden hoop. Her sexy long legs, and perky ass are similarly squeezed into a pair of how the fuck did I get these on blue jeans with a studded black leather belt. As your eyes follow her body down you see her cute white and pink running shoes.