Near a prison yard

"Ms. Sierota, we are near the state prison for this area. I'm going to have to ask you to stay in the bus until I can get a police escort to take us to a safer area," Mark tells her as Sydney, the lead singer of Echosmith, quickly fires off texts to her band mates in the other bus.

"I'm 18, which means I'm a big girl and can take care of myself," she tells him as she pushes him out of the way and walks off the bus in a blue jean skirt and tight, see-through black shirt and starts walking off.

Mark's pained pleas for the teenage girl to get back on the bus were getting further and further away by the time Sydney hit the next intersection, passing the sign that told her to keep away from the abandoned buildings and barbed wire fences that were just on the other side of her.

"Crap. I must've missed how to get back to the main road because of my phone," she said to herself as she walked past the fence, shivering in fright from being in the worst part of town she'd ever been in.

"I don't like the looks of those guys..." she told herself as she looked through the fence and spotted a group of five men in orange jumpsuits quite clearly leering at her as she started to turn around and go the other way.

She had just about gotten back to the main road and away from what she wasn't aware yet was the prison yard for the prison when she heard a commotion behind her that sounded like gun shots followed by the sound of sirens as one of the men she had seen leering at her from the prison yard started running towards her.