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Ritsa had been pacing the halls since she had last met up with a couple of fellow mall rats. They had been in just as rough as shape as she was, but there were other things nagging at her. She had yet to find G-man, Guy, and Eights since the blackout. Ritsa had spent the majority of the night screaming and crying, most of her energy had vanished with how powerfully the emotions ran over her. She had cried so hard and so much that she literally couldn't cry anymore. There had come a point in the night after entering the building Ritsa had wished for death, and even set up a place to commit suicide. All that had failed when Drew and Leiah showed up.

Now she was left to wandering the dark halls on her own again. Periodically calling out to various people she knew. With no answer. The radio was useless now too. The static was too strong and she couldn't make out a single word anyone was saying. She assumed it would be the same if she attempted to connect with anyone over it.

Rounding a corner Ritsa flinched, a sudden wash of panic rushed over her. Forgetting her migraine and various other pains Ritsa picked up her speed into a quicker pace. She didn't like it in the building but she feared being outside would just end up worse. There was the odd sound in the distance however that seemed to call out and it wasn't until a few of the large doors passed by Ritsa that she made out the call of help. It was a familiar voice. "Eights? Guy? G-man? Is that one of you out there!? Someone... anyone?"

There had been too much time spent outside, too much time had passed since she had touched the flowers but thankfully the voices and screams had only settled into an annoyingly painful pounding headache (her adventures in the fog probably attributed to that as well, but the others weren't going to point that out). But she had made it inside, feeling nauseous and frustrated. She needed to find some sort of medical attention but at the same time wanted to just avoid everyone.

Maybe if she could find the meds on her own or something. "Going the wrong way," she said to herself. A hand was on the wall as she walked down the broken wing, avoiding as many obstacles as she could to keep herself upright.

"Going the wrong way," Lease repeated in a completely different tone. A warning for herself, it was ignored even as her free hand went to her chest, her breathing began to increase. Something was wrong. The others were trying to tell her, turn back, run away. Stop, stop! Did nothing about this hallway scream to run away?

She heard a voice ahead, "ignore it... get away." It didn't even sound familiar nor who owned it, who was calling out ahead. There was another sound though. It sounded heavy.

And there was another, Lease turned her head towards it. It was asking for help. Ignore it, just ignore it. Her heart beat faster.

"Hey - why are you calling out? - HEY"

Ritsa's hand continued down the corridor her hand brushed against the wall as a central balance point. There was something very wrong with this area, the voice that seemed to call out for help was joined by a few other voices. Some telling her to run now run forward. Others told her to go back, and an even louder voice reached her ears. "Because I'm looking for Eights, Guy and G-man." Ritsa shouted back towards the voices. "Where are you? I heard you a moment ago. Who are you!?" Ritsa had been responding to Lease unknowingly before another sound from another direction stopped her.

"Don't want to what!?" Ritsa shouted again whirling to face the direction she had heard the strange sounds coming from. Another shiver ran up her spine as Ritsa's eyes darted back and forth between the sounds. What was going on!? Where the infected talking now? She swallowed hard, was she even close to anyone?

And then there was another voice. And a beam of light. It was nearly blinding in the dark she had become accustomed to. Raising her hands to shield her eyes Ritsa hissed with anger. "Would you put that thing out, you're going to blind me!" Voices returned and Ritsa turned back around to face them. "Where are you!? Eights? Guy? G-man? Rats!?"

Ritsa's head snapped towards the radio, and away from the rather frusterating light. It was speaking a little clearer than before, and worse yet, it sounded all too familiar. "Eights!?" Ritsa shouted her hand shooting towards her Radio. She tried to ignore the strange voices that told her to run, the all to familiar sound of others.

Her eyes looked up at the strange movement in the dark. The silhouette resembled someone she was looking for. "Eights? Is that you? Wh-"

"He blames you, it's all your fault." A disembodied voice in her mind spoke. Her eyes floated to the sword in his hand and a groan escaped her. So he had come for her after all, even he couldn't stand what she had done back at the casino. She couldn't blame him even she couldn't live with herself. She had been so desperate to save Jeff that she had made a critical error.

Slumping sidways against the wall as blood drained from her face, Ritsa pushed one hand out as if the action would stop Eights. There was something terribly wrong. Eight long blades protruded from his back.

If she hadn't been in a life or death situation she might have found the number someone ironic.

"Who's already dead!? Eights, you're moving stop! You're only going to do more damage to yourself. Stop will you! What happened to you!?" Her eyes were open with a growing fear. She didn't want to die now, but she did deserve it from Eights right? He had been there, he had told her to run, and she had ignored his advice. "Please!" Ritsa pleaded, an almost dead look as she stared at him. "We can't lose you! Not like this."

Her hand instinctively grabbed onto her knife for support, she watched as he moved closer. Holding her other hand out towards him with the knife. "Stop! I didn't know that was going to happen. You have to believe me, I wanted nothing more than to save him. Stop please. You can't..."

Hp: 45/50
Damage done: 5

Names. Names, they were so familiar to her. "It's because you know them," she told herself as her eyes found themselves settling on the form of Ritsu as she was the one that had spoken them and the one that was growing closer to her.

"I know you - not really - seen you around." The other girl that joined them, not so much so Lease didn't pay her much mind. Lease stumbled forward, narrowed her eyes at the shine of the flashlight and then settled them in nowhere in particular.

Well, until the figure that resembled the robot rounded on them. So, he was the source of the loud thumbs from earlier and the grizzled words. "Not right." She said aloud, "wrong way... this was why it was the wrong way..." He had knives in his back! He was bleeding and glowing and just didn't look right.

"That's no reason to attack him, Other Lease, we have to help him - no, we need to help them!" She snarled, finally pulling the flashlight she had found earlier from her utility belt along with the candlestick (how was that a weapon? Maybe not best to ask).

She clicked the torch on and flashed the light in Ate's face and jumped at him with candle in hand. Ow, ********, it kind of hurt touching him.

The blunt end of the blade connected with Ritsa's shoulder and she stumbled to the side, tripping over her feet and she had to brace herself as she fell towards the ground. "Eights stop, Who's dead? You can't be, you're right here." She panicked whirling her head to face the figure before them. Then from one fighter to the next. What was Dazs saying about that not really being Eights!?

Her eyes turned back towards Eights as other people joined in the fight. They were going to kill him! This wasn't ok. Hadn't she already been the death of someone else? Looking around for the knife she had thrown Ritsa found it a few feet from where she currently lay. Pushing up to her knees Ritsa crawled towards the knife and picked it up. "What do you mean it's not him!?" Ritsa responded her eyes flicking to Lease as she touched the thorns.

"NO! You stupid girl, the thorns are contagious! That's how this stuff spreads!" Ritsa shouted, "Have you not been listening to anything!?"

And then Eights was gone. Pushing to her feet Ritsa glanced around at the others. "I have to find him, will you guys help me?"

There was the morbid curiosity to whom the robot man turned pincushion was referring to, who he was screaming about already being dead. "Himself?" She pulled herself back, surveying her hand for any deep lacerations while he retreated. "He doesn't like the light." More of a mental note.

"Not the only one?" Lease asked the male she had never seen before, or had she? It was unclear. Was it tempting to find them? It was a little tempting to find them. She didn't know. For a moment she pressed the ball of her hand to her forehead as she tried to settle her thoughts, her whole body began to slump before she pulled it back upright.

"Did you just call me stupid? - I think she did, Other Lease." Well, another voice piped up, they had touched the flower after all, but another said not to gratify the girl with that information. "Of course I've been listening," she hissed instead. "And yes, I'll help you out."

But what was so important about him and the names she had said. She knew some of them, yes she did. Which ones though? Where. She remembered a suit.