Delilah ran from the hoarde of undead. She was sure she had never ran this fast before the outbreak started, and a few times she was sure she was going to slip and fall on her face. She could see an old building coming up in the distance, and although she didn’t know what she would find inside she figured it was her only chance. Delilah pulled open the door to the building, slamming it shut behind her. She held her weight against it, taking a moment to catch her breath when she noticed something moving across the room. “Who’s there?” She asked,  gripping her knife tighter and feeling stupid for leaving her other weapons back at camp. 

“Great.. Just great.” Waverly muttered to herself as she jiggled the doorknob again. Not wanting to bother the supply runners, the medic had taken upon herself to go seek out resources herself. Maybe she’ll stumble on something by luck - be it for medical or personal purposes. And when she was exploring through an abandoned building, she hadn’t anticipated on the door locking on her. Being locked in a creepy building was just how she wanted her day to go. “H-Hello?” She called out meekly, out of fear from not knowing how long she would be locked in here for and also from not knowing who might be on the other side of this door. What if there were walkers lurking right outside? What if there were killers right outside? Waverly hesitantly pounded on the door, “I..Is someone ou-Out there? I’m a bit.. well... I’m stuck in here..”

"I'm fine, okay? I said I was fine," Max grumbled from the ground. She had tripped while running so was now sporting a very inconvenient twisted ankle. She sighed, so much for going one day without incident.

The glow on the horizon pulled Maya’s attention from her own dying fire.  At first she wondered if someone had been dumb enough to light up their camp, but no, this was a huge fire and it was in the direction of the city.   She’d not gone too far in her leaving, reluctant to put too much distance between herself and the last of her family.   Her stomach dropped as she realized the place in flames was the same she’d left her brother behind him.

Watching the city be torn apart was a lot harder than Clarke initially thought. With her sister long gone and her brother now dead, she was left with nothing. She was just a kid lost in an adult world, and she just didn't know what to do. Though a part of her found it humorous that the city crumbling in front of her was pretty much a metaphor for her life. How... quaint.

Panic wasn’t something that plagued Iris; in any situation, she always stayed level headed and figured out a solution to her problem. Her current problem, wasn’t all to easy to solve, however. Threats to her life were all around her, taking the shape of bullets, people who came toward her to stab her and the likes. She had no idea how she’d remained alive for so long, but she kept doing what she’d been doing, using the gun she had skillfully and also making use of a blade whenever her enemy came close enough. Her lucky streak ran out, however, when she felt pain rip through her mid-section, letting the blade drop to the ground as she pressed her left hand to her new wound, her right hand gripped around the gun as she fired two shots at the man who’d shot her before she ran away, finding a place where to hide. Iris dropped to the ground behind a building, her mouth dropping as the pain hit her fully; the bullet had landed on her left side, the blood was gushing and she had no idea how to stop it. Small whimpers left her mouth; she didn’t think that this would be the way to go, it was too sudden, too stupid. Her fingers pressed firmly to the wound, trying her hardest to stop the bleeding, hoping that someone would find and help her. This was the first time she felt panic settle in her chest.

"L..Let me go!"

Erin was in the middle of grabbing a pipe from hers and Joseph's work station when a hand had grabbed her arm and threw her from the small room. She landed with a thud and was met with the sword of an approaching male, a sickening smirk on his lips as he edged closer. Using her hands and feet, the twenty-three year old scooted back as quickly as she could; eyes never leaving the weapon. "Why -- why are you doing this? We didn't do anything wrong!" Instead of an answer, Erin's ears were met with a scoff. So she kept moving backwards, but then --- wall. She couldn't go any further. "Please. Don't."