I ran. I ran as fast as I could to get away from those drunken beasts. They had been chasing after me for three blocks now. I was hoping they'd be tired by this point, but to my dismay, they hadn't even slowed down. I ran even faster, glancing back every few moments to see how close they had gotten. I had lost both shoes down the road, somewhere between me and the night club. I had glanced back only to see that the three guys were starting to gain on me when I ran into something, or rather, someone.
"I am so sorry, sir," I said nervously looking down and brushing the dirt off of my dress as the man helped me up. "I should've been paying more attention to where I was going."
"Nonsense. It's not your fault. It's those gits' fault," he stated. I had heard that voice somewhere before, but not for some time. I couldn't figure out exactly where I had heard it. I looked up at the man a bit confused. It was George.