More people

You rounded the corner and now see the back of several bleachers filled with the backsides of people. You see women in groups stolling about but not looking in your direction. You have **** but to find cover, so you sprint for the dark place under the bleachers hoping no one looks in your direction.

You keep running until you feel the safety of the shadows beneath the bleachers. Now you can hear women chatting above you. If only there was something to hide behind because anyone coming from the direction you came would see you. You croach down and try to figure a way out of this situation.

Your car is parked in the middle of the field with all the other cars and you remember people milling about in every direction, so it's impossible to get there now. You're glad you are under the bleachers until he see something falling. A yellow handbag drops from somewhere above you. You try to get away from the purse because you know some woman will come looking for it.