#*event 41

she honestly thought of taking off her heels and charging at their captors when they were picking them apart. “what the fuck?!” she squeaked, dashing after the closed door and experimentally pushing at it, twiddling at the handle halfheartedly. her eyes then passed through the three other people in the room. dominique’s cousin, francisco’s influencer sister, and reggie zulu. “where the hell is everyone else? why are we the only ones here?!” it had became increasingly impossible to keep her composure in check. ( @giselledorleans​, @anamariaabolivar​, @rcginald​ ) 

as soon as the door opened, it felt as if the entire room exploded. everyone started running absolutely everywhere, and ireti could only folded herself smaller into the corner — she was in no state to run with her bloodied leg. with panic in her eyes, she turned to face her boyfriend as she gripped at his hand. “you should go— get some help. i don’t want to slow you down.” ( @ilijaf​ ) 

she was very much prepared to get executed after she was caught, so much so that her eyes had been screwed shut in complete fear as she was pushed into a room  —  dripping seawater in her wake. shaky legs took a few steps before finally chancing a peek through an eye. other people! “aya! oh my god— you’re here!” @arayamahidol​

she had never regretted letting go of someone’s hand in her life. only god knows whether or not ilija had made it away safely. “we can’t keep doing this — we need... clean water, at least.” ireti swiped her hair out of her face, desperately glancing at her fellow runaways in turn. “there’s less of us now, the least we could do is sneak into one of the buildings to find some supplies... if we’re lucky there might even be a phone.” ( @alessandrxs, @mvrcellc, @mchaeleicn​ )