After I got enough air to my brain for it to start functioning again. I shoved Annett off my lap, grabbed my smore cup, and rushed out the door. (What i'm still gonna eat it.) I just started walking in a random direction. My brain was to frazzled to pay attention to anything other than the smore cup I was eating. It's not until I hit a dead end in some random alley did I realize I had no clue where I was. I turned around preparedard to backtrack when I slammed into a wall of muscle that knocked me on my ass. I sighed I knew were this was going. I got up, dusted myself off, and threw my smore cup in the nearest dumpster. There were three guys in front of me I didn't bother to take in anymore details. My annoyance threw my reasoning and sense of panic out the window. “Hi honey, are you lost?” the one in the middle spoke. I decided to call him One. So following that pattern the other two became two and three. I was too annoyed to care about the danger. “Move! Your in my way!” I snarled at One. I've written this seen to many times to count. Three guys don't corner a girl in an alley for a nice talk. One walked toward me forcing me to take a couple of steps back. The one thing i've learned during my writing is to never let them corner you and sense that was no longer an option the second thing i've learned is to strike first. So before he could see it coming I threw all my strength into a punch to One’s throat. Before his knees hit the ground I was running toward the street. But Three’s arm looped around me and threw me to the ground. Two’s steel toed boot connected with my stomach in a hard kick. I heard a rib crack and I coughed up some blood. But before Three could kick me again he was suddenly slammed against the wall behind him. Two and one went down next. I could hear some of their bones snapping as they went down. My vision was starting to blur. God that kick hurt. Suddenly Annett's concerned face was in front of me. “Hang on. June. Hang on.” She sounded scared and the look on her face looked like she might die if I do. I could feel my cracked rib strain from the movement as she picked me up as gently as she could. I could hear her talking urgently into her phone. I wanted to reach out and pet her hair. To tell her not to be scared but my body wouldn't listen to me anyone. I breathed in her psycho sweet sent as my conscience faded.