Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit.
"I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men." The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment.
Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it.