Even using the wall for support, TK could barely make her way out of the alley, still confined in the heavy leather straightjacket her now unconscious kidnapper had put her in. The muzzle was still there too, forcing her to breathe heavily through her nose, and her heavy, rubbery legs were making her escape excruciatingly slow at best. Though she wanted to sit down and take a breather, she knew that she couldnt; time was far too precious to waste. If the psycho somehow woke up and was still fueled by whatever it was that drove him to kidnap her, she wouldnt be able to fight him off again. So she struggled on, nearly tripping over a poorly placed trashcan, but finally coming to the edge of the building and the nearby street.
Looking around, TK saw several cars parked along the roadway, but at this time of night, she saw no traffic moving through, and nobody on the streets. Cant just one thing go my way ton