Breaking down the walls ( Tag Russel and Dorian)

[Hannah van de Berg]

Hannah frowned looking at the fancy watch on her wrist. She tapped the glass a few times but the thing was working fine. Strange. She looked over her shoulder to see if perhaps the gass had come in and swept russel off his feet but had not reached her yet. But Russel was awake. Strange once again. Usually these things happened in routine at the same time on the same day. But.. no gass.

She looked at her roommate not trusting this one bit. Was this a test? "Something is off" she told Russel. " Usually the gass starts filling the room at this point but.. I don't notice any thing.. do you?" It was strange and somewhat scary that the routine was changed so suddenly. It made several scenarios play in her mind. Shouldn't she be happy? But what if something happened and.. they would be left here to starve. There was no breakfast either, or lunch. The brunette was doubting there would be any dinner.

A sudden rumbling caused the woman to snap out of her speculations. A loud cracking sound in the wall next to her made her jump and back off to the middle of the room. "Russel..!!" Her voice sounded panicked. And rightfully so as she saw how the wall was going to give in. She gave her friend a scared look as she did not know what to do. If the walls were not holding up the ceiling might come crashing down on them.

Her eyes went to the small desk where they had set up the memorial. Perhaps it was stupid but hannah quickly moved towards it to gather the fragile piece of paper that meant much more then she might have thought in the beginning. All the names written down on it, they were people. And if this place was going to fall down and crumble she would not leave them here to fall with the building.
As she got closer to the cracking wall another realisation hit her.

"whoever is on the other side of the wall watch out!!" She shouted as she quickly backed up.

[Russel Jefferson]

He was awake, still waiting for food, and waiting to see if the gas would come out and let them play "musical rooms." A couple of minutes later, still nothing. This was honestly strange. Was the lady playing a test on them? Could this be a choice to let everyone in the place give them a break? He was hearing Hannah's question about something being off. He was noticing on what she was talking about. He raised his eyebrow and started to look around the room. Nope. No gas. "Yeah, it's very strange. I don't notice anything at all. There's no food here either.." He replied, continuing to look around.

He then was hearing a rumbling noise as well and felt sweat. Now what the hell was going on? Did the lady set off a bomb in the place now, wanting everyone to die? The place got stranger and stranger. He was hearing her panic and saw her going towards the middle of the room. He was going towards her, not risking to get crushed. He saw her getting the pieces of paper with the memorial names on it. That was a smart move. Better keep everyone safe, including those who died. He was hearing her calling out names to those on the other side. "Look out!! Whoever you are on the other side, hide under the bed! Do not go to a shallow area!" He called out as well as he was looking left and right, trying to figure out on how to stay safe.

[Dorian F. Blund]

This time, when the rumbling began and the world shook and crumbled down around him, Dorian immediately jumped off the bed to his feet. After his first day with Freya, there had been no more worrying sounds or signs of collapse, but though he would have wanted to settle in the blissful, optimistic hope that it would be the end of it, he was much too cynical for such beliefs, and he had a feeling Freya, sharp as she was, had most probably felt it. Now, just as feared, it was starting again, and Dorian was ready.

His balance failed him as he touched the floor, and he had to slap his palms against the wall for support, before letting himself slowly fall onto his hands and knees, raising an arm over his face protectively. Had he been drugged? Recently? Of course, it had been two weeks already… but a quick search around the room with his glassy, heavily dazed eyes told him he was still in the same bedroom. Well, maybe the switch had been delayed due to certain circumstances; for example, the roof falling over their heads.

Despite how much he tried to be vigilant, the substance he’d been gassed with still weighed heavily on his mind, and Dorian found himself barely capable of focusing on his environment; a female voice screamed something, one he was pretty sure did not belong to Freya, soon accompanied by a male one, and though he did not understand what they said, they helped him get a better grasp on where the danger was coming from. Though for a fraction of a second, he considered hiding in the bathroom, the door being wide open, and knowing, if the pillars around the door were strong, it would be less likely to fall and crush him, there was simply no time, and Dorian’s massive body crawled under the bed, his eyes darting all around. There was no sign of Freya, or no one else, and as he called her name once, no answer came.

And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over. Dorian remained under the mattress for a while longer, eyes closed to the flurry of dust and rubble, dreading a second very likely drop, trying to assess the situation. As he risked glancing from under the bed, he finally took in the magnitude of what had just happened; an entire wall had caved in onto the ground before him, only miraculously not breaking the floor from under their feet and causing them to fall to their death back in the basement they’d first woken up in. Now, as he gazed ahead, he could see two people staring back at him from another room, two faces he knew well: miss Hannah, and sir Russel.

But still, no Freya.

Dorian looked around the room, worriedly. She was not in the bathroom, that much was obvious, and he clearly had not been moved around, so she should be here, shouldn’t she? Why would they take her and leave him in this place? His eyes went back to his two new circumstantial roommates, yet not quite taking them in. His gaze then shifted to the pile of rumbles that separated them. Could it be…?

“Freya?” he called. Still worried that there was more to come, he left the safety of the bed gradually at first, before genuine fear settled in his heart. “Has either of you seen Miss Freya?” he directed those words to the other two this time, without making eye contact; already he was facing the debris; none of these stacks seemed high and big enough to hide a human body… even a tiny one, and he felt himself breathe. Still, an irrational part of him refused to be at peace. Freya was so small… so weak. So starved… if she’d taken such a blow…

There was no hope for her.

[Hannah van de Berg]

Hannah held the paper with names close to her as if she was protecting those on the list. It was the least she owed them in her opinion.
As the cracks in the wall got bigger hannah made her way over to Russel trying to find some safety by staying close to her friend. There was nothing they could do to help the people on the other side. She gave Russel a worried look as she prayed nobody would get hurt in the progress of the wall coming down.

When the rumbling stopped and no pieces of the wall were coming down anymore hannah could see a familiar but scared face behind the debris. Dorian. Her eyes widened a bit as she got closer. "Dorian..! Are you allright?" She asked.
However he did not look allright. He looked scared. She could understand the building crumbling was scary but something told her that that was not the case.

As soon as Dorian mentioned Freya the color of hannahs face faded as she followed his gaze to the debris panic settling into her system. Had she been his roommate? Without even thinking about it she ran towards the leftovers of the wall as she let herself fall on her knees and started to move the pieces off wall on te other side working towards dorian so they would find freya if she were to be under all of that. Adrenaline and fear made her unable to feel the pieces of debris cutting into her knees or hands. Her mind was only focussed on finding the bright pink haired girl. With the list of names behind her the only thing hannah could think about was "I don't want to add freya to that list, I can't add freya to that list". Now more then ever she felt what russel had felt about andrina. Freya was her andrina. But she was more then her student. They were friends.

She kept digging in the hard pieces of wall. "Please don't be there" she whispered as she felt her voice was stuck in her throat.

[Russel Jefferson]

As the walls were starting to crumble, he was looking around trying to see on where he could find a safe area so, he nor Hannah would not get crushed. This mainly had to involve fast thinking. This. Was. Crazy. He was hearing a man on the other side of the wall. It sounded familiar. Was he at one of Russel's charities in the past? He was asking for a young woman named "Freya". He only spoken to her only one time while she was with Ethan on the other side of the wall. So, he didn't really remember. But, he wanted to know on where she was. "No. I'm sorry, I don't know on where she is. She could be in another room. But, he was hoping that the young lady that he was looking for was safe at least. He saw that Hannah was holding onto that paper of name memorials, and he could tell that the paper needed to be safe.

He was worried about either one of the three being stuck in the crumbling scenario. This was really scary for him. He didn't want to die right now. He made it this far into the lovely games that Asian woman played with everyone. Now this was happening. A crumbling wall. Great. The rumbling stopped and started to see on who was on the other wall. It was that young man who was in a couple of events with him. He raised his eyebrow, sensing that he was scared. He saw that she was working her way towards him and he decided to help. He started to dig out pieces through the wall as well, hoping that David was not being crushed or anything as well as looking for this girl. "Don't worry everyone. We'll get out soon." He murmured to himself, feeling sweat and the pressure on his body while digging.

[Dorian F. Blund]

The blood drained from Hannah’s face at his question. She spoke not, but her reaction said it all; Russel was still answering him, telling him what he did not wish to hear, while the woman’s eyes lowered to the debris in panic. In seconds, she was on her knees, her hands working frantically through the remains.

“Miss Hannah, be careful.” The sight of blood on her fragile fingers finally snapping him out of his trance. Dammit, he didn’t have his disinfectant anymore… “More might fall.” Without knowing where exactly the building was damaged – boy, did he wish Noah and Geoff were here right now, they could figure it out. Though perhaps the less potential victims, the better. – it was impossible to decide which place was the most dangerous to stand in, but near the wall that had already broken into pieces seemed like a good first guess.

And yet, despite his pleas for her not to hurt herself, his eyes wandered through the rubble once again, his own knees quickly reaching the floor, knowing there was little his hands could accomplish here, yet trying nonetheless. Nothing seemed human-shaped… and the more rock the three of them moved, Russel having joined them as well, the less it seemed like there was a chance for Freya to be there. Yet, he simply couldn’t shake the feeling that something awful had happened to her.

"Don't worry everyone. We'll get out soon." Came the reassuring voice of Russel. Dorian eyed him for a few seconds; did he truly believe that? He was the first to say they were to try and remain calm in times of dread, but this seemed to be getting worse in ways no one could prepare for. At first, he’d wondered if Mrs. Baker was the one trying to blow up the place; but the lapse of time between the previous fall and this one was much too grand for it to be a plan…

“Something similar happened on the other side of our room two weeks ago. I think this place is falling apart.” There was no use hiding the truth, if his suspicions were true, then they would figure it out sooner or later; better for it to be before a piece of ceiling crushed their skulls.

His eyes turned once again to Hannah; she’d hurt herself, just as he’d feared. His hands wrapped around hers in a gentle motion, stopping her frantic hunt.

“I don’t think she’s here.” He said at last, making eye contact with the woman. By now, they’d searched the ground thoroughly, and there was no sign of the pink-haired’ frail frame; yet, she wasn’t anywhere under the bed or in the bathroom either, and there wasn’t much more place for her to hide in. His heart remained stuck in his throat, but he had to try and stay collected, less he lose his composure and his head right now. “Were you two moved? Maybe it was time for a switch, and I was left here for some reason, without a partner.” It had been two weeks, after all; if they came from another place, then he could hope that she was safe somewhere in the building, in another room… hopefully, in one that did not have the sky falling on their heads.

[Hannah van de Berg]

As the brunette was searching the debris on the floor she could barely hear dorians plea to be careful. Of course Russel had not seen her. They did not have had a roomswitch yet so if Dorian had been here the week before with freya then she should be around and that thought scared her more then anything.

She heard russel mumble something as her fingers were trying to get under the pieces of wall. While being in the better rooms for most of her stay here her hands were still a bit dry, something that was usual for her since she liked to work with clay, and the rocks were sharper then the materials she used to work with. Russel kneeled down at another side as he started to help looking. This snapped her out of her frantic state for a second. “Something similar happened on the other side of our room two weeks ago. I think this place is falling apart.” She heard Dorian say. This was either good or extremely bad. If the gass would knock them out again and a wall like this would come crashing down on someone they would not stand a chance. On the other hand there was the small chance they would be able to break the doors down and leave. But the building collapsing on them was a very scary idea every wall down meant less stability, and would everyone be able to get out on time? Questions filled her head as she continued to search for freya as she was terrified that she would see something small and pink under the pieces of wall.

“I don’t think she’s here.” Dorians soft voice made her look up from her digging as she felt how he held her sore hands. She was silent for a bit as she made eye contact with him. She then looked at the debris seeing how indeed it did not look like anyone was burried from what the three of them had managed to move away. She took a deep breath as she looked down at their hands more so to see the damage the sharp pieces of stone had made on both of their hands. What she saw however was not what she had expected to see. While looking at their hands she barely noticed the cuts on her own as she noticed that dorian was missing his fingers. She was silent for a second but then everything was falling into place. She was told about the event where Russel got his ears damaged and where Huxley had been stabbed. Dorian was there but she never heard what exactly happened to him. This was it. Despite this he had reached out to comfort her, and Hannah knew that this was something he must have found scary to do. She gently held his hands a little tighter as she looked back at dorian. "Thank you" she said finally as she would have hugged him if it weren't for the fact she knew he was not really a fan of physical contact.

Taking another deep breath she shook her head. "no .. we have been together last week as well.." she said as she looked at Russel still holding dorians hands to comfort herself and maybe also dorian since he seemed to be just as concerned as she was. "Where could she have gone? How was she doing before you woke up today?" she asked was she already taken to be in some kind of event. She looked at Russel. "You haven't heard anything about new events too right..?" she asked. " There also was no food this morning.. Did something happen?"

[Russel Jefferson]

As he was struggling to help Hannah with taking remains of the wall, he heard Dorian’s warning to her about more of the wall falling. This sounded like it was a struggle already to suffer through the unexpected crumbles. Now more may fall? How old was this building? One-hundred years old? Or maybe that woman was planning to blow up the remaining survivors. A lot of questions were going through his head. He turned to the corner of his eye and noticed that the man had no hands. His eyebrows raised with shock. Maybe something did happen to him in one of those events for punishment. He was hearing the man now mentioning that the place was falling apart. “What? Would you know on how this is possible?” He called out while continuing to dig out, now feeling a lot more afraid, however, there was no time to feel scared.

He could tell that Dorian was afraid for Freya. There was no other body in the room. “Maybe she could be in another room?” He called out again. Maybe she could be somewhere else. Maybe being safe or dead? Who knows at this point. He was about to answer Dorian’s question about him and Hannah being moved but, she answered for the both of them. “Yes, as Hannah said. We were in this same room for about two weeks. No gas. No food. Nothing. Just an out of nowhere crumble.” He chimed in. He then heard Hannah’s question toward him about events. He shook his head with a mumble. “No. I haven’t heard anything about events? Maybe this psychopath is giving us a test for survival at this point. I don’t know, but, I think we should focus on getting out safe. We do not want more deaths in this place. Now don’t we. I think we should find a way out.” He said in a determined, yet calm voice. He just wanted everyone to be out of this damn place. Crumbling or not. He wanted out.

[Dorian F. Blund]

Dorian turned his head towards Russel as he called out to him. His inquiry was good; he only wished he had more substantial evidence to give him. Instead, he shrugged. "When the first fall happened, I frankly thought She was blowing up the place to get rid of us. But it was only once, and nothing else out of the ordinary happened for two whole weeks. And suddenly, more destruction? I really think this might just be natural causes." Which was possibly worse. As devastating as it would be for Mrs. Baker to target them without any way for them to defend themselves; knowing it was all down to dumb luck, with their own captor unable to prevent it even if they wanted to, was far from a reassuring thought. "I believe it's just falling apart on its own. Why only now, I do not know." Nor why these things only happened every 15 days sharp. He was once again left to hope Geoff and Noah were here; they would have more well-funded explanations for all of this, he was sure.

His touch seemed to soothe Hannah's terror; that is, until her gaze lowered onto their linked hands, as her eyes widened anew. At this point, Dorian had become used to the way people looked at his injuries, and so he remained quiet, awaiting her reaction with false serenity, inwardly hoping for the best. Confirmation that they had not been moved either over night was yet another blow. This was unheard of. It was time, yet here they remained. As Russel pondered if she was in another room, Dorian simply shook his head in disbelief; why would she be, if they weren't? Why only move her? It was only when the older man pointed out they had not received food this morning that Dorian noticed their own lack of nutrients. Last time, even as the building crumbled down, that had not stopped them from being fed. Perhaps She was too scared of the fall to dare step foot here and fall victim to its devastation, and would feed them once She was certain it was safe; perhaps that was also why they were still here.

Or perhaps, they had simply been left for dead. All of those theories seemed plausible enough, if not for the absence of Freya. Her disappearance was the one factor he could not rationalize. "I haven't heard of any game either." He finally replied, looking back up towards the two, his deep pondering put aside. "And I do not know if she was taken somewhere else, but it doesn't make sense for her to be moved and not us." Then came Hannah's question, and on his tired face she could read his answer would not be a happy one. "... She wasn't doing so well. She was tired, and didn't feed herself properly, but she was slowly eating a bit more and gaining more energy. … … I don't think she was unwell enough to need to be disposed of." He'd had the displeasure of waking up to a corpse twice after all. He knew what someone slowly dying of sickness looked like. Which meant they were right back at nothing making sense. As Russel kept talking, Dorian squeezed Hannah's hands once more, silently inviting her to get up as he, too, was getting back on his feet. He was pretty sure she'd thrown herself onto the ground with enough strength to scrape her knees and draw blood. As thus he looked around, considering their options.

The other walls still seemed sturdy, and the doors and windows showed no signs of being more open than they usually were. Russel was right: now was definitely the time for them to flee; what he wasn't sure of was how. Careful not to trip on any of the pieces of wall now scattering the floor, Dorian made his way to the main door of his bedroom and tried the knob: closed, of course. "I agree, we need to leave, but unless another of those walls decides to crumble down, I'm not sure how we'll accomplish that." He hated feeling so useless, but there weren't many new tools for them to break their way out apart from hoping their prison was even more damaged than it appeared. "I suppose we could try throwing one of the bigger debris on the windows…" He pondered out loud. Not that he could do much without fingers. Useless.

[Hannah van de Berg]

Hannah tried her best to stay calm but hearing the building was crumbling under their feet certainly did not really help. Where was geoff? where was katherine? and most importantly what had happened to poor freya. She could not have been the only one who was moved.. right? that would be strange. Why move one person but not the others. She was glad to have both Russel and Dorian close to her. She was afraid she might be a bit too emotional to really think straight in this situation. Dorian and Russel both were strong people in her eyes. They would know what to do, surely.

While holding on to Dorians hands to find some sort of comfort during this whole situation she slowly moved with him as Dorian got up while he spoke. Her legs were shaking a bit and there were some tiny scrapes on her knees due to them hitting the ground. As Russel told her that she might have left them on their own to see if they would survive hannah bit her lip as she glared at the debris. If that truly was the case this woman was even worse then she thought. Was she caught? Had she made a run for her money?

Hannah looked at dorian when he started to tell her about Freya and by the look on his face she knew she was not going to like what she was about to hear. As he spoke flashbacks to their first weeks in here surfaced as she felt how her hands were shaking a bit. "She.. had been that way since the beginning." she said softly feeling even worse about the sacrifices freya had made for her, the girl was incredibly selfless. She deserved so much better. She moved her gaze down. A lot of bad things crossing her mind. What if the lack of food had just left her too weak and she had died in her sleep? the what ifs became worse by the minute and Hannah hated the fact she was this far removed from the people she loved.

Hannahs mind went to the crumbled paper in the pocket of the vest she had found and hogged to stay warm while Russel spoke about not wanting more deaths. Still holding on to Dorian for support emotionally and physically she looked around the room. Russel's idea of finding a way out was not bad, but she had no idea how they would get out. The doors were shut tightly and the windows, even if they were to break them who said that they would be able to get out that way? " I'm sorry I don't know what to do either" the brunette admitted as she looked at the debris. " Even if we were to break one of the windows, are we in a position to get out of this place in a safe manner..?" She asked softly as she looked over the room to see if anything might help them out in this situation

(Hannah does a perception check to see if there is anything useful for their situation)

[Maria Baker]

PERCEPTION CHECK: Hannah wants to see if there is anything useful for their situation.

RESULT: 10 – Today luck was on Hannah's side! Despite the fact that the room was completely ruined and unrecognizable - the moment the woman turned her head to look around for any items of use her amber eyes has spotted something... unfamiliar. The object was laying on the floor in one of the corners of the room. It's bright red plastic surface stood out the greys and browns of the tarnished interior. Under a closer inspection, Hannah could see that it was cracked in places but still working paper cutting knife. Perhaps it could have belonged to one of the prisoners?

Nevertheless, now Hannah has a paper cutting knife and gets +1 luck to her own roll!

[Hannah van de Berg]

As her eyes scanned the room she noticed something. Going over to it she got through her knees to pick it up. A knife.

A shiver ran down her spine. What could she do with a knife..? Holding it carefully she looked up at the other two showing it a bit reluctantly as her gaze went from them to the camera that was watching them. ".. if she is watching..what would she do to us if we tried anything?" Hannah asked as she moved the knife into her vest. If she needed to protect someone she at least had a weapon. But if someone was watching the camera... they knew too..

[Russel Jefferson]

As he was about to find something, Russel noticed that Hannah picked up a knife. Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. He saw her holding the knife to her chest as though she was trying to protect herself. He put his hand on her shoulder with a sigh. “Finding something like a weapon is a good sign. Incase anyone comes to attack us, we have something to defend ourselves. Good find. We got lucky now.” He said. He turned towards Dorian, and nodded a good gesture look. “We found a knife here. Maybe the two of us can look for something in the meantime or do you think a knife is good enough?”

He was looking up, making sure that someone behind the camera wasn’t watching anyone trying to escape this area. He started to search too. Better to find another weapon just to be safe.

[Dorian F. Blund]

"She… had been that way since the beginning."

Dorian’s eyes lowered towards the woman in disbelief with a furrowed brow. From the beginning? But… Freya had been so lively when he’d first met her, bright and ready to help her companions in misfortune. She hadn’t seemed like the kind who gives up, who closes herself to the world. Tragic circumstances could change someone, that he knew much too well. But he’d thought, perhaps, that something terrible had happened to her to change her so drastically. He did not remember her being mentioned as part of any game, apart from the one that had decided of Hannah’s fate as bride. So, what had happened to the pink-haired girl to change her into but a shadow of her past self? And most importantly… for how long had she refused to eat, to bath, to take care of herself? Now, it hit him how much worse things could have been. She could have died of hunger, of exhaustion, before she even arrived to his room. He’d gotten her to eat for two weeks, yes, but had that been enough? Would it be enough?

Dorian wanted to believe she was fine, that she had been moved somewhere. He’d seen what someone dying of consumption looked like; Freya had been tired and weak, but she still had some fire in her, some spark. She was alive, somewhere. She had to be. He squeezed Hannah’s hand once more. She needed to believe so as well… for now.

As the trio pondered over their situation, not much was getting done. They could not deny it was complicated. With one wall gone, two if he was to believe something similar had happened in the room on the other side, and who knew what else had happened in the rest of the building… there was no telling how unstable the infrastructure was. What else would happen next. Perhaps, by trying to escape, they would only make things worse and bring their own death faster. Or, worse even, cause another collapse on others.

"Even if we were to break one of the windows, are we in a position to get out of this place in a safe manner…?"

“I believe us to be on the first floor. We have windows on the second floor, and there doesn’t seem to be another floor above that. So, if we were to get this window to open… With luck, we should be able to get to safe ground. The question is, what awaits us outside.” And what will happen to everyone else we leave behind…

Then, he felt Hannah leave his touch; she moved to a corner of the now enlarged suite and lowered herself on the ground, catching his interest. Clearly, she had found something. Whatever that may be and whether it would be useful was the bigger question, and when she moved back up, she revealed… a knife. Or well, a paper cutter. It was better than nothing. Wouldn’t do much against a gun, or any wild beasts that may lurk in the forest outside, but it would have to do. Deep down, Dorian wished he had a weapon too, but he knew there was no way for him to use them even if he desired to. Perhaps, it was better to leave it in the hands of a lady; he wanted her to be able to defend herself if the need arose. Plus, it was good to know someone as gentle and kind as Hannah had it. She wouldn’t make ill-use of it; not like someone like her would ever think to stab anyone.

“That’s a good find.” He complimented her, along with Russel. “Perhaps we could use it to force the windows open…? Then again, we might just break it.” He warned.

"… if she is watching… what would she do to us if we tried anything?"

That was a more than valid worry. Frankly, Dorian did not know. He wasn’t even sure, at this point, if someone was even checking the cameras or not. They always seemed to either miss or ignore really important things going on, yet they’d been on Katherine’s case the second she’d dared remove her ring, even if for less than a minute. Their priorities were obviously botched, and so was their attention span.

“… To be frank, I don’t think they will come here. They have left us untouched and unfed so far. Something is clearly going on. Something much more important than us and whatever we might be up to. But I understand your concern.”

“Maybe the two of us can look for something in the meantime or do you think a knife is good enough?”
“We should keep looking.” He encouraged his fellow man. “Who knows what will become of us next, and what we will need. Every little thing could make a huge difference.”

[Hannah van de Berg]

Hannah looked at the windows not sure if they would be steady enough. What if they would break them and half of the building would just come crashing down on them? No, she did not want to risk that. Not only would it be dangerous for them but also for the others above them.

As dorian voiced his thoughts about the fact they were left alone and were most likely not watched hannah frowned slightly. He was right, they had not been getting food for some time now. Yet hannah could not shake the fear of being watched. She looked at the camera as she felt sick thinking about what their captor had already seen of them.

Russel's question made hannah look up. "Oh, yes." she said as she held the knife a little tighter. "I'll be allright." she said as she looked at the knife in her hands. What to do with it. If she would get the chance, would she have the guts to actually hurt someone? She wondered, not sure if she would. But the idea of being able to do it to safe herself or someone else was a comforting one.

"Allright, Let's start searching then."