You are currently being targeted. You are the prey, being hunted. You've ran, and ran, but now you are surround by them. They're talking rude to you, have punched you in the stomach, the arm, and the shoulder. One of them even went towards you, and spit on you. There is nobody around you, except for the hunters. It starts raining, you turn around and get kicked. You fall onto your knees. The hunters are laughing at you, calling you names, and you're still on the ground while you start to bleed. You cough up some blood.

What do you do? What would you do?

Me?

Well to begin, I would sulk my head. As the next moment of silence approaches, I wait. Once it began, I start laughing. Laughing maniacally, with ecstasy. The dead silence growing ever more cold. That once maniacal laugh, now a sincere chuckle.


With my sincere apologies, I'd like to say sorry for any of the mistakes that I've most likely, undoubtedly have made during this thread. This thread, is of coarse hypothetical. For as I'm typing this, I am rather tired right now. But my question still stands though, what would you do?

Hehe, this almost seems like some sort of RP thingie. I used to RP on forums. And Tumblr.

But hmm... what I'd do is pretty pathetic actually. I'd scream and cry and beg them not to hurt me or ask them what I've ever done wrong to them to deserve this. Maybe if I felt a bit braver - which is very unlikely - I would ask what they're trying to accomplish by this and if they feel tough, attacking a defenseless young woman in group like that. Wondering if they would dare to do the same with someone as strong as them. And if I felt even more braver (or if I were PMS'ing) I'd call them cowards and kick and bite and all those things that scared desperate people do in such a situation.

And with the kicking aiming for their crotches of course, because face it, that's the most effective way to get a man to his knees. And then run the hell out of there. I have not a lot of physical stamina, or never actually ran fast, but I'm sure in that moment, I'd be able to win a gold medal at the Olympic games. When I'm safe, I would call the cops, then a friend or family,  the one closest by or who would be able to reach me the fastest. I'd try to memorize all of those bastards faces and draw them as best as I can, take those sketches to the police, let their professional do them way better and accurately than I probably ever could and then let the police handle it, hopefully catching them and landing their asses in jail.

And then I live happily ever after, thanks to the decision to always keep a can of pepper spray with me even though that's illegal here.

The end : p