Anat gets up

Anat was left for the dead. She spent the night sprawled out on the curb where Marc and Alana left her. Her body ached. She was dehydrated. She had scrapes on her legs. She forced herself up. She hobbled over to a street vendor and purchased several bottles of water.

She fished into her pocket for her iPhone. At least she still had that. The battery was dead and her charger was home. She got herself to the train. The whole time she was in tears. She wasn’t sure if she was crying due to being beaten, her pain, her misery and the need to stop it.

She hopped onto the 5 and got off at 86 Street and walked to her apartment. As she walked in she was doused in wine and pomegranates. She fired back. However, the surprise caught her off guard.

For over twenty minutes they fought like cats and dogs.

Anat was panicking. She never does that. Alana and Marc were in rare form. Attacking a Morrissey show can create that.

Anat started firing back with raisins and apricots. But she kept missing and was destroying her walls.

Tears almost fell from her eyes.