She tries the door

This wasn’t a fucking comic! And people who hid in garbage cans in real life were morons! And since the two men were in the mugging business they would quite possibly be armed and would probably just laugh at the scared, shivering girl that waved a rusty metal stick into their faces…

After making her process of elimination within the blink of an eye, Jessica stormed towards the door. It was a grey metal door, no handle on the outside and for all she knew it could be the central of Amsterdam’s mafia-organization or the entrance to fucking Narnia! She didn’t care, all she knew that it had to be better than the fate that awaited her out here.

“Help! Please! Open up!” she cried, banging her fist against the metal, tears of desperation rushing down her face.

The door didn’t budge. An ice-cold shudder ran down Jessica’s spine as she heard the heavy breaths of the men as they turned around the corner and found their prey trapped.

“We got you, you bitch!” one of the men panted in a heavy Dutch accent. Slowly shaking her head in disbelief, Jessica looked at the closed door, refusing to turn around and face the evil men behind her. “C’mon…” she whispered pleadingly.

A lump rose up in her throat when she felt one of the thugs step closer. She bit her cheek to suppress a scream as she saw his shadow appear on the door in front of her.

Then, like some miracle, the door opened. Silently it swung open just a tiny bit. Jessica’s eyes widened when the face of a blonde woman appeared in the gap. She was incredibly pretty! Young, in her mid-twenties maybe, with curly hair, full, ruby red lips, immaculate skin and soft azure blue eyes that looked at Jessica, surprised to see the panicking woman in front of her door.

Without hesitating for a second, without saying a word, Jessica lurched forward, pushing past the blonde girl and into the room with horror in her eyes. As she stumbled past she tripped and fell to the floor. The girl, completely dumbfounded, staggered out of her way, her mouth opening in protest. Then she looked out and saw the creepy man who had stood behind the scared, beautiful woman, who now tried to **** his way inside, too. Quick-thinking she slammed the door shut, just in time before the creep had a chance to enter.

Jessica looked up at her savior, who had turned around and said something to her in Dutch, which she didn’t understand. Her vision blurred and she could feel herself passing out from shock and exhaustion. She tried to fight it, but no avail. “Thanks…” she heard herself mutter as she slipped into the darkness. The last thing she saw was the worried face of the girl, who bent over her.