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The silence broke her. "Sammie opened the door, and was almost killed by five guards. There's nothing up ahead. Though I may be wrong."

Walking out of the building, she smelled the high scent of blood. She looked to Chris. "..Could you tell me how flesh is so pleasuring?" She looked to her arm. The shirt was already bloody and fully drenched.

Sammie couldnt stand still, she was begining to sway as she walked, making her way out the hole in the wall that had just been blow up by Zane. The human body isnt meant to stay awake this long she thought to herself. As she was walking she closed her eyes for a moment, unable to keep them open much longer. The moment her eyes closed an image crossed through her mind of her body impaled on a pointed stick and she opened her eyes again with a scream. Maybe I can stay awake for a little longer she tried to convince herself.

"Where are we going once we are out of this place?" Sammie asked the others, she didnt really have anywhere she really wanted to go and thought that maybe some of the others had set destinations. At least this thinking was keeping her awake.

"Well Sammie I have a house back up in the states. We're in Mexico, Trice has got connections for all around the world. He can get anything. He'll get us back and then up to our house." I let them know my plan as I set foot outside the wall. Free at last. It feels good.

Syn thought herself....where I would go..? She asked herself. Being an orphan, with nothing to own, no WAY would someone want girl like herself to be with them. May as well steal and kill her way back to the States. Mexico seemed beautiful, but she felt unwelcomed. The many things she needed. A place to eat and sleep, and most of all, a hospital to care for her wound of which she needed to be mended to.

Sighing, she took a step forward. What would her future hold for her? Would she ever meet these inamtes, people....friends of some sort...again? Taking her pistols, and holding them in her pockets, tightly, she walked onwards. Freedom. It sounded so good, but in reality, she dreaded the feeling.

Chris followed slowly after the others, Zane had just caused unnecessary damage which had brought more guards. For all he knew there was a limitless number of guards. Hearing Syn ask him why flesh was so good Chris stopped where he was. "It's like smoking, but with flesh." He muttered to himself as he began to walk slowly again. Taking his first step outside in nearly three months Chris rook in a deep breath of the air. He savored the taste, basked in the sun and enjoyed the few seconds of peace he was allowed.

Looking around he wondered how to get past the fences, or whether they should get past them yet. One thing was still poking at Chris' mind, who had opened the doors. Taking another look around Chris caught what he knew there would be. On the towers were guards with snipers, they picked off the ones that got outside, not wanting to join those Chris scratched his head pondering what to do.

"I wonder where father went." Blurted out Chris for a reason unbeknown to him. "I wonder why I said that.." He added again and shook his head. "Forget what we do after we escape, what do we do now. If anything special forces will be arriving.... How much ammo have we got anyway?" Chris asked sounding sane for once since the predicament had started.

Nodding her head as Zane explained his plan. It sounded pretty good to her. "Sounds good to me" she said wondering what life on the outside would be like. Probably the same as what it had inside. Her life now consisted of nightmares and trying to stay awake. Maybe on the outside it will be easier to stay awake and keep her mind occupide. Or maybe she might even be able to try escaping the nightmares with alcohol or drugs.

Sammie stared at Chris in slight shock as he spoke. The last words out of his mouth actually made sense and he wasnt talking to himself and sounded half sane. It took her a few moments to get passed this. "Umm... *yawn* I have three guns I picked up from the guards but thats about it" she said now following Chis' eyes up to see the towers, guessing that there must be some form of snipers up there.

Happy with the happy endings from the other inmates, she looked to Chris. "Finally, some sense. Two 9mm pisols I stole the second month I was here. Each one is loaded with over ten bulletins, I know that much."

Snipers or not, they'd each get shot if they didn't watch themselves. She still thought in her head where she would wind up. What if they wre caught?! Stop it! She thought. Already enough you'll go insane from the worry. Worry was the last thing she needed on her mind right now.

"What do we do now?" she asked any of them.

I sigh. I wasnt too great in these situations so I let Trice out. "Hello everyone I am Trice. We have no time for ciit-chat. We have to escape. I have a plan. Come help me find guards still alive. We will kill them with the cloth strips. We will take their uniforms and I will talk our way out. I can impersonate people well." I hand them a cloth and await responses.

Asara was amused. It was funny that a special group of inmates were class SS sharpshooters. He understood that they had a killing intent, and maybe some of them had killed before, but he couldn't think how they became such good shots. They were able to shot and kill any amount of guards that came their way. Asara watched amazed at this group of inmates on the screens. "Theymusthavebeenlockedawayinthisplaceformonths...maybeyears. Sohowwouldtheyhavegottensogoodwithweeksandweeksofpractice?" He asked himself. The question jumped around in his head for a bit, but then wondered something. "Shouldihavewentwiththem?" he asked. It didn't want to stay in this place, but was so intrigued with these trained assassins as it seemed, that he didn't think to join them.

Asara began to look at other monitors, anxious to see something else. He saw something that looked like a grid to thsi entire complex. On one side he could see it were the "Special killers" inmates. But on the other were helicopters landing. They dropped down, dropped of dozens of special forces and left. There must have been 20 copters that landed, each carrying 9-12 men. They quickly entered the building and dropped inmates left and right. "Whoa" The huge group began to split into smaller units and disperse of the inmates quickly and efficiently. "Mustbethecleanupcrew" he said.

Without hesitation, he hopped up and ran down a few halls, past endless dead bodies until he arrived at an open vent. "Thismustbewheretheywent" he said, and he jumped up, and climbed into it. Bloody prints riddled the inside of the vent. One would think a dead body was dragged through it. Asara saw a opening and jumped down. He looked around and saw a what he had been seeing before. Bodies on top of bodies, around bodies of bodies. He began to run down the hall towards teh exit, anxious to see if these people were still here.

((Kinda busy, so just assume Cole follows all of you until I come back...))

Personality disorders seemed to help at a situation of their's. Syn took the cloth, and wrapped it around her wrist. Could uniforms maybe...trick the other alive guards? Most of them were dead because of the murders she, and the others had committed. The cloth was silky, and it...gave her an odd familiar of feeling. She liked Trice's plan, but would it work properly?

She felt an unfamiliar presence. Turning around, she raised her pistol high to this boy's head. He, she did not recognize. He looked somewhat buffed, being shirtless. She kept both hands on the handle. She did not tremble. One step further, and she would let his blood spill. Taking steps near the intruder, she asked, "Who are you, and what do you want?" Her voice, back to it's original stern-ness. With the gun still raised, she looked back to the others, were they watching her? They were busy getting the cloths from Trice. She awaited the intruder's response and reaction as he stared face-to-face with death.

Asara paused when the girl aimed the gun at his head. He wondered if she'd shoot. Would she kill him, and leave him in this place, this hell that had kept him prisoner. Would she leave him among the bodies. (I still have my shirt on, and im really frail/skinny. the shirt is covered in blood and sugar though) "HimynameisAsara!" he said very excited. His words almost became one with each other as he spoke so fast. "Iamaninmateandiwanttoescape. Aspecialunithasenteredthebuildingandtheyarekillingtheinmateswithease" he said, still talking really fast.

"That sounds like a great idea" Sammie said as she took the cloth from Trice, she had great confidence that the plan would work. She didnt have a lot of confidence in herself to have the physical strength to use the cloth to kill someone. This had been the main reason behind her grabbing a gun as quickly as she could in the first place. But it wasnt like she was going to let anyone else know what she was thinking. She didnt want to seem weak or anything especially when they could just as easily get rid of her.

Sammie was playing with the cloth in her fingers as she heard Syn speaking in a more serious tone and a guy speaking really really fast. She couldnt understand a word he was saying, maybe she was just too tired to be able to concentrate enough to. Sammie walked a little closer and looked at Syn with a confussed expression and then back at Asara.

Chris took the cloth and stuffed it down his pants for lack of anywhere else to put it. Turning to Syn, Sammie and Asara he listened to the boy explain himself. He'd seen him once, in one of his many moves throughout the asylum, kid was always super hipper, craving sugar, like a 6 year old. Then he heard it. Standing beside Trice Chris decided he liked this man, "My names Chris, it means I bear the soul of Christ. Ironic isn't it, that my name is that of a saviors yet I do the opposite" Chris said, his formal introduction.

"Special .... entered... building.... killing.... ease..." Those were the only words Chris could understand but knew the situation well enough.

"How many?" he asked quickly as he massaged his shoulder, glad that the bullet once again hadn't done anything serious. I must be lucky today he thought to himself.

Syn dropped the gun. She looked back to Sammie with the same confused daze on her face. She placed the gun in her pocket once more. "...WHAT?" She walked over to Asara. Examining him. "You suffer from ADHD. Is this correct?" Hopefully, she read him well. She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Calm down, and repeat yourself," she said. Her harsh expression turned soft once more. "..Something's killing the inmates?" Honestly, she didn't want to go back inside. But..the inmates. She, and the other had already made it this far...why go back? So the crazed mentally ill [such as themselves] could kill them whilest trying to find their way out?

Asra nodded very fast when he was asked about his ADHD. Then he tried to explain it again. "Specialforcessoldiershaveeneteredthebuildingandarekillingtheinmates. Helicoptersdroppedthemoffontheothersideofthecomplex. I'dsay20setsof12" He said trying to explain. He leaned down and wrote "20 x 12" in blood on the floor and pointed to it. "Mynamemeans...um...i don;tknowwhatmynamemeanssoi'llmakeupameaning. Mynamemeansusperfunhappyhyperchild!" He said smiling.

She blinked. "...Okay," she told him, "welcome to the club." 20 x 12? She looked to Asra. Syn looked back to Chris. She grabbed his skinny arm. "Can I talk to you in private?" she whispered to him. This was the last chance to finally make peace with him. After all the months of being ridiculed towards him, she was ready to exchange her stern words to him.

20 x 12 equals 240, doesn't it Chris thought trying to work out the math, his worst subject. Syn interrupted him as she pulled him away. "What do you want?" He asked harshly, if special units were here they were fucked, no matter how good you were a heavy MG would saw you down in seconds, hell, their snipers were probably some of the best.

"What, what do you want with me?" Chris repeated anxious to get away before the specials came.

"I want nothing of you, only acceptance. That's all I ask." Syn spoke, "I know what you think, Chris. And for all that matter, I'm not your whore of a mother. Get that fact out of your head." Her breath on his ear could make anyone chill. "I can't change your past, but you can't reflect it on me. I'm sick of the ridicule, so I'm ending it now." At this point, she didn't care if he accepted her or not. She would get out of this alive. She knew she would.

She looked down, and walked back to Asra. Her mind still dazed. Kill him! Shoot him! End your misery! No! Stay focused! You can get out of this! No! Yes! No! AH! She placed her head in her hands, almost pulling out her hair, for she could feel the intensity of pain. Tears came forth to her. They wouldn't stop now. God! She thought. End it! No! She regained herself. Straightening herself, she sat down, cross-legged. Focus. On. Your. Freedom. With...or without them.

"Isuggestwedon'tjuststandhereandtalk" Asara suggested. "Wecannotgoouttherebecauseofsnipers, andgoingbackwouldmeanwemighencounterthespecialforces. Stillitsbetterthanbeingpickedoffonebyone" He said eyeing everyone. They were all so unique in their on way. "Ibelievetheremaybeawayoutthroughthebasementareaofthefacility. Ibelievethatswheremostoftheworkersdisappearedto. Maybeaundergroundbullettrainorsomething?" Asara said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the half of bag of sugar he had with him. He ate a little of it and placed it back in his pocket.