She walks slowly down the narrow street, her long dress picking up behind her in the wind, the soft satin licking her ankles. She's humming to herself, the tune of the Sponge Bob Squarepants theme song; it's fresh in her mind, her young daughter watched the show all the time. A sudden gust of wind frees her hair from its tie and the band flees in a coil. The woman struggles to get the hazel brown strands of hair under control as it flies off in many a direction. When she finally wrestles it into another hair tie she had on her wrist the sound of screeching tires echoes through the constricted road, bouncing back and forth on the high walls of the building surrounding it.
She turns her attention to the small navy blue car that had generated the sound. Her eyes turn to slits as she tries to make out who's in the car. Two men wearing black masks sit in the front seats. The driver rolls down his window and the woman shapes her mouth to say hi. She's greeted by the sight of a gun barrel aimed right at her. Now she tries to scream but it's sound is not heard under the deep bellowing noise of a gun being fired.