The fear was alive and strangling her with its intensity. As they moved toward her, there was no doubt she was in trouble. She looked around urgently, for some bit of cast aside trash that could be used as a weapon, but to no avail. With no prospects for a weapon and no way of circumventing her would be assailants, she made one last desperate attempt.
“What do you want?” she asked, in a voice that didn’t sound as strong or as defiant as she hoped.