Unable to see from her right eye, gashes all over, bruised, and several broken bones, Shadow Runner stumbled out from the hidden room in the bar, which was now closed, and then out to the street. She could feel every painful beat of her heart, trying to keep her alive. Every breath was like a stab through her chest. She could feel her ankles throbbing and her knees giving way. Collapsing on the side of the street, Shadow Runner whimpered softly, her eyes closing despite her struggle to keep them open. She stayed awake, waiting... For what, she knew not of. Safety? Death? Rescue? Morning? The pain to fade? She huffed softly, the action causing a low, pain-filled groan to escape her and she curled up slightly, her cloak covering her mostly from the cold night, her black hair a mess, only half-covering her bloody, dirty face.