irony sure is a dick.

   SUCH A QUIP was merely an attempt to lighten the mood, “Can’t say that I do… So then, are there any other famous Burton jokes that shall be passed down to you in due time~?”

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   “… Surely, that isn’t the only joke that your padre                          has been telling everyone after all these years?”

  Oh God, what was BARRY going to say about this?                 If they were ever going to make it out of here, that is? 

   … God dammit, don’t you DARE start thinking that way now, Claire. So, that’s right, just take a few deep, deep breaths yourself, because right now, you REALLY need to stay calm. You just came to, it’s alright to be a little… frazzled, especially when waking up in a place like this… But right now, Moira really didn’t need to see her panicking along with her. And honestly, jokes aside, it wasn’t as if she was actually NEW to this sort of situation, not that she had been DYING to RELIVE it after all these years.

   “Moira, it’s okay,” She began, a small if not exhausted little smile offered to the girl as her own hands reached up to hold her in return. As she waited for her to collect herself, if not just a little, the redhead found the need to continue assuring the other.

   “We’re gonna get oughta here, I promise.”

  NO, NO, NO! This wasn't happening. She didn't just wake up in a disgusting, old prison cell and there wasn't a bracelet clamped on her wrist, biting at the skin, glowing a shade of orange against her face. THIS WASN'T HAPPENING. It felt difficult to breathe then, limbs shaking and mind envisioning the worst possible scenarios.

  Get it together, she told herself, everything's going to be fine...everything's going to be fine. They're gonna find a way out of this shithole and everything will be back to normal! Easy, right?

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   “Moira! Are you alright? Did they hurt you???”

  Deep breaths, Moira.

   Itsuki probably should have felt frightened right then, having at least caught of glance of those… things out there. These monsters reminded her so much of a certain tale that had been told to her by the village elders, creatures known as the Genma, demonic creatures that had crawled out from the depths whatever evil realm they had originated from to bring chaos and destruction to their beloved world…

   Needless to say, this definitely wasn’t the safest place to be in… She was glad however to have this sis for company, already feeling relieved that she was being so patient with a kid like her… As a hand was held out to her, Itsuki found herself misunderstanding the gesture as she held out her hand to shake hers before pulling back with a sweet smile.

   “… Awright… I gotcha back, sis, no probs!”

  The more she gazes into those innocent, childlike eyes of the other, the more she can't help but find a sense of comfort within their hopefuly depths. Those eyes remind her all too much of not only Natalia, but Polly as well. Her sisters. Her little sisters---those she vows to protect from the horrors of the world, to shield them from the bullshit that seems so intent on becoming known in this fucked up and twisted world.

  Her smile remains once the younger one shakes her hand, noticing the minor misunderstanding of her true intentions. No matter, though, for she soon returns her hand to the comfort of her side, regains her posture, and begins observing her surroundings. If there is anything that the incident at that shithole of an island taught her, it's to always be aware of what's going on around you.

   Heather found herself releasing an agitated sigh herself, quickly raising up one of her hands to rub at the side of her head as she casted her eyes down for a good moment or two… While Moira definitely had her reasons to react the way she did, it definitely didn’t stop the blonde from feeling just as annoyed at her tone.

   … But still, she supposed what matters was the fact that the two of them were trying their very best to work alongside one another in a situation like this… After all, who would be stupid enough to act like a stubborn asshole at a time like this? Needless to say, the blonde was a little surprised once the older girl had decided to take the lead…

   “You and me both…” She simply muttered before following after the other then, gun in hand as she stayed close, “… I just wish this was all just some goddamn nightmare and that we would wake up already…”

  “Can't argue with that either...”

  Truthfully, she has not the slightest clue of where she is going nor does she really want to know. So long as the two discover some form of escape, she'll be just fine. Just fine. Just fucking fine. Jesus...why did this shit have to happen? She continues on despite the negativity that invades her thoughts, a single hand tightening the grip upon her trusty crowbar with a false sense of security.

  At least she can be useful.

  Somehow.

  Minutes pass and footsteps suddenly come to a halt, feet planting onto the soft soil beneath them. It is then that a hand lifts to conceal her lips, eyes widening at the sight that lies before her: a person (is it really a person?) stands tall, hovering over what appears to be a corpse. A weapon in hand, their head instantly turns, staring into the fearful irises of Moira.

  No way...no fucking way...he did not just kill him, did he?

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 “O-Oh! S-Sorry fer bashin’ inta ye like that, sis! Uhm… do ye know where we are…?”

  “No fu---effing clue. But I'm gonna make sure we both make it out of this.” No matter how much she tries to think otherwise, she can't shake the sudden feeling of déjà vu now flooding her senses. Perhaps it stems from her memory of meeting Natalia---maybe. Regardless, she extends a hand towards the younger girl and manages a small, comforting smile.

   “Alright, alright… take it easy…” Hah, never would she have expected herself to tell that to the older girl, or let alone anyone else for that matter (A 17 year old that is still going through her own emotional roller coaster, comforting others? Heh…), “I guess we shouldn’t talk about this for awhile… this isn’t really any of my business, anyway.” 

   It was strange, a part of her still wanted… to assure the girl somehow about this, sure this was about her dad, but it wasn’t as if she could relate to what the other girl was going through then… “… will you be fine with that crowbar?”

  “Don't tell me to---ugh. You know what? Fine. Whatever. Sorry.” It just pisses me off when someone else tries to tell me shit that doesn't help anything. No big deal. When the other decides not to pry any further, she breathes a mental sigh of relief, "Can't argue with that." A simple agreement, heard only through a mutter.

          Having a firearm would have certainly aided in their predicament, but since they were deprived of both ammunition and the weapon itself, their last resort was your traditional beat down.

The young woman accompanying him was highly impressed by the display of strength, but it was short lived when Lars spotted another group of the gruesome creatures headed their way, “Yeah–! Long story, we gotta move!”

He didn’t like how quickly this infection was spreading; at this rate he didn’t think moving to higher ground alone would do them much good. They simply needed to leave.

“If we can reach that hospital’s helipad, I can get someone to pick us up.” 

  If there is ever a time where Moira wishes for a crowbar to magically fabricate in her hand, it's right now. Even if it appears the man can take care of the hordes with no problem, she hates---despises---feeling useless. At this rate, she may need to take the time to learn martial arts if she can't always find some blunt weapon or gun---that is, if she can make it out of this predicament.

  Just my fucking luck.

  When her companion suggests moving onward, she complies with no hesitation and begins her sprint, hoping (and praying to whatever god that may be up there) that some method of escape is within grasp. As though her hopes have been answered, the man mentions contacting someone to retrieve them, so long as they reach the hospital and its helipad. Just as she begins to sigh in relief and nod in agreement, a sudden burst of movement catches her eye as she focuses her vision towards the path to the hospital, taking immediate notice of several creatures blocking their route.