My name is Lisa Walker, and I am a fucking warrior! Wooo!
Her little internal monologuing wasn't all talk, she was certainly feeling on top of the world as she sat on the adjustable bench, a pair of 40 pound dumbbells in her hands as she repped out her shoulder press.
She had every reason to feel good right now, the dopamine was flowing, old PRs had been broken, any outside stress from her job, her boyfriend, the weather outside, it all melted away, if it wasn't for one pesky feeling of unease.
She usually didn't mind being looked at, it tended not to be something that bothered her but a cold chill would occasionally arch up her spine every time she looked to her right.
It was a group of teenagers, 5 boys, couldn't be any older than 16, lounging around the bicep machines, not really doing any work, but she would eventually notice that all 5 of them were staring at her.
When she turned and looked them in the eye, it didn't seem to phase or embarass them at all, they just continued staring, small smirks on their faces.
She would ignore it for now...... bunch of horny little toads, finishing her workout despite the continuation of the occasional chills and heading to the locker room with her lifting partner.
"What's a good tag for this one Phia?" She would ask as she looked up towards her friend, smartphone in her hand as she looked down at the photo she had taken of herself a few minutes ago.
The other girl would shut her gym locker, reaching out and turning the screen towards her face.
"Could always go with the basics, #fitfam, #health, whatever girl it's instagram, you're going to get your likes one way or another."
"Fair enough I guess, I'll figure it out later tonight, great workout today but I gotta head out, it's like an hour trip back to Mayfair on the bus."
"Alright, well take care of yourself Lis, it's so cold out there."
"Oh relax, it's only 4 blocks to a bus stop." She would offer her a little wave as she slipped on her coat. "See you Thursday."
She would make her way to the front door of the gym, opening the door to receive a blast of cold wind to the face, a bit of dewy rain falling in the traffic choked streets of Chicago, she would pull up the fuzzy hood on her jacket, throwing her hands into her pockets after adjusting her purse on her shoulder as she started walking, all the while wishing that she had brought something a little thicker than leggings.
Her walk would continue, two blocks down, only a little bit further till she reached the stop, at least then she would be out of the cold. That's when she felt it, that twinge, the chill up her neck.
She would turn around, and just as she did so, 3 figures slid out of an alleyway she had just passed.
"Red flag, red flag, red flag!" She thought to herself as she quickened her pace slightly, one of her hands slipping into her purse reflexively.
As she continued walking eventually the three would pass under a street light, revealing their faces, it was three of the boys who had been gawking at her.
Her pace would speed up again, now she was outright jogging, but every time she turned around the boys continued to walk, yet they always seemed to stay at the same distance from her.
Seeing that a bus had just arrived at the stop ahead, her jog had turned into a run, sprinting up and just barely jamming her hand into the door before it shut itself, pulling it open and stepping inside just as the bus pulled off the sidewalk.
The stress melted off of her in an instant, she would pay her ticket without the driver regarding her and would make her way to the back, finding a seat in the middle left section of the bus as she slumped down into the cotton chair.
The bus was pretty full when she had arrived, and she would pay little mind at this point, mostly flipping through her phone. A few minutes later she would finally notice something, accidentally flipping on her map application, she would notice that the bus was way off route, heading towards the harbor.
She furrowed her brows, rising to her feet and accidentally slamming right into a man that was standing, holding onto the hanging handles.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry about that."
The man wouldn't respond, simply standing straight and turn back towards the front of the bus, Lisa would notice that his eyes were grey and glassed over like that of a blind man.
Sufficiently weirded out, she would make her way to the front of the bus towards the driver to figure out what was going on.
"Excuse me sir? What is this bus' route? I'm trying to get to Mayfair."
She would receive no response, she would tap him on the shoulder a few times, before shaking him a little, the jolt turning him enough that she could see that his eyes were the same as the man she had knocked into a moment ago.
"Lovely night for a ride huh?"
She would jolt around and just a foot or so away from her was one of the boys she hadn't seen following her earlier, a wicked smile on his face. He had a head of shaggy blonde hair, stood about an inch shorter than her and couldn't be any more than 130 pounds soaking wet. Lisa would go to shove him away from her, but the second her hand hit the boy's chest it was stopped in her tracks, like she had tried to push down a brick wall.
"Get away from me-ekk." His hand would suddenly wrap around her throat, knocking her backwards onto the bus floor.
The boy would straddle her, snickering with glee as Lisa looked desperately to the other passengers for help. They were completely unmoving, they eyes all fogged over like the others, looking on as if they didn't notice a thing.
Lisa would ball up her fist, throwing a hook right into the nose of the boy trying to knock him off of her, her fist struck, hard, she had kickboxed for years, yet the boy was completely unhurt by it, she would throw again and again, 6 strikes to the kids face doing absolutely nothing.
Her left hand would scramble, reaching for her purse as she felt his fingers begin to squeeze down. He started leaning forward towards her face and neck, cackling like a child.
"Oh I love it when they fight!"
Her hand would find where her purse had landed, reaching inside as his face passed her ear, pulling a stun gun out of it and jamming it into the side of the boy's face.
The attacker would howl in pain, rolling off of her and clutching at his face, Lisa would turn to look at the boy as she struggled to get air back in her lungs. The two prongs of the stun gun had impacted his temple and the upper part of his cheek. When she looked the side of his face was smoking like a fresh ashtray.
She would scramble to her feet, moving towards the door and trying to shove it open, the oblivious driver making a stop at another station, opening the door, Lisa turned to see 4 figures in the darkness just outside of the door.
The others, all of them grinning wide, unnaturally so, and then BAM! The pain shot through her body, originating in her leg, she would look down at her right thigh, the first boy had buried his teeth into her leg, his jaws sinking deeper and sending another shot of pain through her body, a pair of blood trails forming that seemed to only get the others more excited.
She would jam the stun gun into the back of the boy's neck, letting lose a few thousand more volts into the back of his head that floored him. She would raise the stun gun, attempting to ward off the others as she limped backwards a few steps onto the bus.
In a burst of what seemed to be unnatural speed, one of the boys would snatch her by the wrist before she had an opportunity to fry him, squeezing until she thought her wrist was going to shatter and causing her to drop the weapon. They would force her to the ground, she could feel their teeth digging into her, the fight draining out of her as she let off a final scream, the bus pulling off from the station and continuing down the barely lit road.
