Eliza

The smell of blood, sweat, tears and grime greeted me as I peeked out of our hiding place. Beside me, Benjy was trying to shake Janelle awake. Why did he care so much for some random bodyguard?

Something growled as I peeked outside. A hijacker stumbled on the ground. "Come out wherever you are, cuties," he taunted. Panicking, I shook Ben.

"Hijacker coming! We need Janelle!" I exclaimed in short, hurried breaths. Ben nodded and pinched her.

"Ow!" Janelle cried as she tried to sit upright. "You're alive!" Ben cried. "Duh, dude!" she remarked. "Listen, we need you to fight a hijacker," he relayed.

"Are you crazy? First thing I wake up you're asking me to fight brutes when I just got floored by one." she whined but stood shakily. She palmed a .22. "Where?" she whispered.

"Hey sweeties, I can hear you! I'm coming!" the hijacker shouted. Ben muttered a curse and helped Janelle up.

She peeked out and fired a few shots, jolting the hijacker in his knees and head. "Oh, hon, you play dirty, don't you? Why-" Janelle finished him off with a shot to the heart.

"Nice, girl." I commented and stepped out. Blood streaked the walls, hopefully those sick hijackers' and not my friend's.

"Sasha? Ekh?" I asked, my words filling the silent corridor.

Please don't let anything happen to them, please.