She’d seen some weird shit–but this is another level of *What?*   
	She’d just been… entertaining some customers, when the pole had started to tremble, causing her to stop, the patrons on the main floor looked around wearily as the ground started to shake subtly.   
	A siren starts–but is immediately cut off by a large boom that echoes through the building; the patrons don't even have time to scream before the building collapses on them.  
	Everything goes black.

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The next thing she remembers is being dragged along the cold concrete ground. Her entire body hurt, pain shooting through every inch of her body. Her eyes feel heavy and every muscle aches with the greatest amount of pain she’d ever felt.   
	She’s sorer than the time a customer had challenged her to use a metal pole as a *toy–*that had **not** been the good time he promised.   
	She groans softly and weakly opens her eyes–to a sky filled with smoke and dust, mingling in the air above her, she takes in a long breath and glances over; the person dragging her… Fuck, him?  
	She weakly struggles in his tight grip, and manages to sputter “L-let go of me, you bastard”; He replies with a hoarse chuckle, then winces with pain. “Fuck you” I respond, my voice hoarse but still utterly defiant.  
	He just smiles in response, *smiles*, “Why?” she croaks through gritted teeth; really, *really* wanting to punch him, but too sore to bother. He finally stops dragging her along the ground when they reach a solitary car parked on the ruined street.   
	He grins mischievously, “I couldn’t just let my favorite girl die, now could I?”  he says as a matter of fact–Before prompt tossing her in the back seat.