She bursts through the window. It's not like the movies!

The heroine, with perfect blonde hair flying out of the window and landing on a mattress on delivery truck. Falling on a clothes line and getting a better outfit than she left in. Wednesday collides herself into the dumpster, nearly crashing on her head. Her back cushioned by a couple of black bags with a heavenly Indian take out coating her elbows.

"I'm okay! Covered in a chicken Tikka, but I'm okay!"

"Thank God! Get out and start running North!" Friday shouts.

"Yeah, yes!" She jolts up checking that she can move her hands and can still feel her legs. As soon as she scrambled to her feet she sees a familiar gun in her face.

"Give it up" Joe leans in sniffing in horror at the trash.

"Suck my dick!" He sharply slaps her face before getting in the dumpster himself. A clean freak, he didn't do dirt. Or dust, or leftovers. But this was an occasion that he couldn't resist. Even if he did have to take two showers later.

"Dick huh? Is that another secret you're keeping Friday? I wouldn't be surprised?" He smirks as she takes the camera off her collar and puts it in her pocket. He walks closer to her. So close that he can count the sweat droplets on her face. As he sinks his hand down into her pants she doesn't flinch. He focuses on her hair as he works his sweaty fingers into her, working her into submission with his index and middle finger.

"How long were you gonna fuck this system over?" He asks, lightly licking her neck as he only gets heavy breathing in return.

"Fuck!"

"Yes Wednesday look at me. That target on your back is only going to get bigger. There's only so many tight holes you can wriggle out of" He sharply removes his fingers and slips them into her mouth. She obediently sucks them, coating them in minty saliva while growling into a porno moan. Before he can steady his hand on his gun, she kicks him furiously in the balls.

"Shit!"

"Do you feel fucking proud of yourself? Killing a group of innocent girls for just fucking existing?"

"I don't make the rules. Cayman does!"

"Is her pussy as tight as mine?" She asks, raising her eyebrows. "Your dick's probably hard just thinking about that roach ridden hag!.." She pauses as a bullet grazes her shoulder.

"You know what will really turn me on? Your corpse!" Joe snarls as Wednesday is back on the run again dodging as many angry bullets as she can!