Eva Kingsley

Eva stumbled down the dark, lonely street clutching her bleeding stomach and her bloodstained blade. She reached out for the pole of a flickering street lamp and gripped it tightly. Leaning against it, she took a few shallow breaths before lifting her shirt up to inspect the gunshot wound. Fuck. It was worse than she had thought. That bastard she had been sent to kill was a damn lunatic, sleeping with a gun like that.\nEva's blood spattered face stretched open into a grim smile as she continued moving down the street. She coughed weakly, then spat out blood onto the road. This fucking wound. Keep moving. If she stopped... no. Don't even think about it. Eva looked up from the road at the dark houses that lined the street. A small, yet expensive-looking one caught her eye. She dragged herself over to the side of the house and broke a window with the end of her knife. Pausing, she turned her head and listened closely for any noises from inside the house. After a few moments of silence, she slipped into the house.\