Morgan was alone in the abandoned parking garage doing her normal late night run. She loved this location because there was never anyone else around. A perfect place to get some alone time and some steps in simultaneously.

She probably could have been a bit smarter about her choice of locations though. She heard the car coming and started to make her way to the stairwell, but got caught in the headlights suddenly. High beams. They were nearly blinding, preventing her from seeing who was exiting the vehicle. Realizing she might be in trouble, she started to panic, but before she could begin to run he was on her.

She felt the knife before she saw it. A sudden agony radiating from her stomach. Morgan found herself pushed up against the corner of the wall, his hand on her throat and the other working her abdomen over with the cruel instrument. Pain unlike anything she had experienced before followed the path of the blade right up the center of her belly.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK!” she shrieked, struggling and watching in terror as he unzipped her in a few quick but precise sawing motions. As soon as she was fully opened, he released her, sat on the hood of his car, and watched her scream and cry, eyes filled with tears and still blinded by the light, desperately trying to gather the messy coils of her gut back into her. He lit a cigarette and leaned back to enjoy the sight.

30 minutes passed of her frantically scrambling with her entrails like an idiot before he finally decided to put her out of her misery. Focused entirely on her horrible wound, she never even saw what her killer looked like, but even in her distracted state she was unable to ignore the feeling of the knife sliding gently through her throat. She died laying on the concrete several minutes later, one hand clutching her entrails, her other grasping at her neck as it bled out. Poor thing.