I was running. That's all I knew how to do. Run and survive. They were after me. The dogs. The dogs are the biggest criminal group in New York. They robbed banks, did hit-n-runs, murder, every bad thing you can think of; and they don't get caught. They were mean, nasty, foul creatures who would be able to make Rocky look like a cute little puppy when fighting. They know their way around a gun better than any Marine or Navy Seal. And guess what. They're after me. Me. The girl who only has the clothes on her back. Me. Who's been on the streets since she was five. Me. Emmy Striker. All because I wrote down some numbers. And now, I'm dog meat. I never wanted this. I just wanted a normal life. But now I've got to do the only thing I know how to do. Run. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I know I know, I need to stop. But, hope you like!