Becca.
Once upon a time, I would have considered myself to be absolutely blessed and extraordinary for the life I was fortunate to live. I didn’t have to worry about the things that other people did. I grew up safe and away from the evils of the world.
Yet, somehow that evil had managed to find me.
Screams of terror escaped my throat as the sounds of gunfire, shattering glass, and chaos erupted around me. I wasn't sure if I was coming or going, but when I felt a tug at the confinements at my wrist I saw hope.
Looking down, I saw Tally struggling with a knife to free me. Her panicked eyes widened as she ducked her head and flinched from the violence that consumed us.
“We have to get out of here,” she said to me, trying to make her voice loud enough for me to hear but quiet enough tha
