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[ Cami - Courtyard ]

Opening her mouth to answer Peyton she hesitated and, really, that was the biggest mistake she could have made. Well, perhaps it was the second biggest. The first was not grabbing on to Peyton to make sure that when what happened next, happened, she didn't freak out and feel isolated as well as terrified.

Fortunate that hands were already against the ground the Sun hunter didn't go immediately face-first into the courtyard when her vision darkened. Was she going to pass out? That would have been nice. Really, really nice. Then when someone asked where she'd been and why she hadn't done anything useful, she could say that she'd been sick. Passed out.

But, as always, Camille Ryland was not a lucky girl. Not a blessed girl. She was a cursed and haunted creature, ruined by not only the choices of her parents but of her own choices and those things she avoided in the pursuit of ignorant bliss.

When the world shifted, Cami screamed. Not the feeble scream of a scared child but the full-throated, operatic scream of someone whose entire world has just shifted into pure horror. Ragged, unending, she scuttled backwards on hands and knees, stopping dead when she hit something just a little too solid.

courtyard

The runic torch worked like a charm. He was absolutely not giving this back afterward. They'd have to pry it out of his cold, dead -

Well.

He had already bolted for the assumed safety of the stairs, assuming that if anyone else had common sense they'd be looking for an exit strategy themselves. Maybe Shiloh would follow him. Maybe not. Because as soon as he looked up, everything behind him might as well have been TV static.

Lucky tried to say something. His voice cracked. He tried again. "Sam...?"

He took the stairs two at a time. His head hurt. The scars from where a hundred angry civilians had tried to slice him open still felt fresh.

He didn't know what to believe any more.

He wanted to ask why she was there. Why now, of all times. Why she had been playing the part of Charlotte (or not). He was walking into danger, but he was angry, and it blinded him, and he wanted for one god damn moment to forget how razor-thin the path to survival always was. Bravery was stupidity. The words came without thought, only feeling. "What are you doing here!?"

VERSUS ??? HP: 3/50

Alaska grit her teeth. Okay. Don't do anything, monster. She was going to smash you to bits anyways.

Virus Counter: 1
HP: 50/50
Damage: 4

VERSUS ??? HP: 2/50

She rubbed her temples. When was this thing going to keel over? Soon?

Virus Counter: 1
HP: 50/50
Damage: 1

ARORANGI - DORMS / THIRD FLOOR

He stared in confusion, trying to figure out what Jake was talking about.

"Jake," said Arorangi, glancing around worriedly. "There is nothing here, it is just me and Lydia, see?"

Felicia backed up, hands in the air, sort of watching it all with vague but intrigued horror.

"She says g-give her some space, so m-maybe do the thing?" she said to Dawson, careful not to be too, well. Accusey. "But he's right, new g-girl whose name I d-don't know."

hp 35
virus 2

[Oliver - Dormitories]


"I'm okay," Oliver replied to Horace, and then turned back to the man. "We'll help you outside, we should try and get to the infirmary of those vines aren't all over it too..."

Noticing the hand as soon as it's owner did, Oliver rummaged through several pockets before pulling out a small roll of gauze. He would have liked to have some runic bandages on hand, but in the meantime he would make due with what he had. Ripping open the packet along a tear line, he began to unwind the stark white strips and carefully wrap the hand, leaving the glass where it was until someone in the infirmary could see it. "This looks painful, but we'll get a specialist to see it so it doesn't get damaged worse... Do you remember where this glass came from, or what got broken?"

Then he motioned to Horace. "I think, um, we can get him on his feet, and keep him steady."

Maebe tried not to smile when Creedence shoved her painfully away, and she stumbled back until she found her footing again. Her hands lifted into the air in a gesture of peace, but she was smiling, because she couldn't help herself.

"Hey, okay. I'm back now. See how back I am? We're all good here. Just relax, no one's going to hurt you."

Her sentence felt unfinished, as if an unheard word hung silently in the air. Yet.

She felt a twinge of regret, but it wouldn't last. Her eyes flickered to side glance at Dawson, who was still naively trying to help her. She knew he was going to be useless when the time came, and if he was infected, she was going to regret a lot more than what she had already come to feel.

"Dawson." She muttered, sad eyes narrowing as they glared up at him. "Do us both a favor, and get out of here. I'll take care of her." He didn't need to see this.