@aimtrick gets gracie.
She wasn’t just running, she was sprinting. Her light lithe frame darted around a corner, hoping to lose the men chasing her. Already it was causing a scene from onlookers and she wanted to (mostly) avoid using her abilities in such a public space, it’d only draw more attention. They were already after her because she was a bioweapon, she didn’t need more people to know.
Somehow they found her miles away from where the Lab was located, which was now a toxic plant infested shell of its former self thanks to Abigail. She was indirectly the reason she got out in the first place.
They were trailing behind her, feet stomping and while they were wearing masks and other ppe, (not that it’d do them much good in terms of protection if she chose to infect them, her abilities being psionic and all), but they didn’t need to know that.
She darted into a large crowd, hoping to lose them entirely in the mob, but she was so fixated on her pursuers that she didn’t see the man in front of her. There was a soft thud as they made contact and it threw her off balance but she quickly regained it before she hit the pavement. She was stunned from the contact before making a quick apology and taking off. “Sorry, sorry! I gotta go, see ya, bye!” The words came out as speedy as her exit as they were spoken in one breath.


















