"Her lips parted as her wet hair whipped across her face, sticking to it. The harsh, devious wind howled through her white satin blood-stained blouse. She got up from her crouching position and ran, dirt and small pebbles spitting from under her bare feet. The rain continued to pound down long fat fingers of raindrops. Thunder screamed a high screech piercing the stillness. A blinding green-white lightning bolt struck. She gasped one more time and hit the stop button on the recording machine. She knew it would come before it came: the gun shot. She fell to the ground, her last vision of black dress shoes running towards her with needles of rain surrounding them. One tear fell, and then all was dark, eerie and silent."