My feet were sore. My furry jacket barely managing to keep out the cold. I could still hear the vehicle behind me as I hopped over a low wall. The vehicle had music playing. I looked over my shoulder to see the black vehicle slowly come to a halt at the wall. Four robust men stepped out of the vehicle. They were covered in thick black armour. The letters W I C K E D were printed onto their armour sleeves. I tripped over another low wall and fell. As I looked up, pain shooting through my body, I saw the men advancing forward. Suddenly I was being pulled back and then I blacked out.