#fiery-bryant

At the first sign that something was horribly wrong, Kelsey had gotten up from the armchair she’d been reading in at the library, and proceeded to hide behind it. It wasn’t a perfect hiding place by any stretch of the imagination, but at the very least it was tucked away in one of the corners of the building. She wanted to get up and find a better hiding place, but instead she crouched- paralyzed with fear- holding on to her water bottle as if her life depended on it. Logically speaking, she knew there was only so much she’d be able to do with the water it contained if she were to come under attack, but it was better than nothing.

She tensed at the sound of footsteps, ready to... well, she wasn’t sure what she was getting ready to do, actually. Shrink further into the shadows? Spring out and attempt to attack while she had the element of surprise on her side?No, that was stupid- unable to see from her hiding place, she didn’t even know if the newcomer was an enemy. After a moment’s deliberation, she repositioned herself as quickly and silently as she could, managing to adjust her view to include a sliver of the room beyond the armchair. Much to her surprise, the newcomer was very clearly not an enemy. 

Still worried about attracting unwanted attention by making noise, she poked her head out from behind the armchair, imploring Emily as best she could to notice her without speaking.