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Sammie still couldnt understand a word Asara was saying and had attempted to try and lip read what Syn had said to Chris but had failed. Her mind wasnt working to fast as she was becoming really tired really quickly. "Look I dont care what we do as long as we do something now!" she said in a slightly desperate voice. At this rate she was going to end up collapsing on the ground where they stood. She needed to keep going.

Asara walked over to the girl that seemed extremely fatigued. He placed the bag of sugar down next to her, and looked back at the others. "Thereisaspecialelevatoronthegroundfloor. Ibelieveitshouldtakeusintothebasement" Asara said. He dipped his finger into some blood and wrote "1st floor" and drew a picture of a elevator pointing down. Under it he wrote exit, but made the t extra long. It resembled a cross. He then began to draw random shapes into the floor with blood, then looked back at everyone else.

Sammie smiled as she watched him drawing in blood on the floor, kind of understanding what he was saying now. Bending down beside him she dipped one of her fingers in some blood and wrote "thanks". Thinking to herself that blood made a really good paint. Standing back up she looked at the others. "So are we going to go down the elevators or dress up as guards and try and walk out of here?" she said stating the two opitions they seemed to have in order to get out of here.

"Snipers?" A voice spoke, sifting from aside the rest. A figure stepped from as if out of nowhere, looking to the savaged group. "You all have a point. If you don't keep going, you'll rot. If you do, you'll die." Jacob, the newcomer, looked to Asra, "There is an elevator that will take to the basement, but the guards are heavy there. It'd be rather easy to sneak around them, as long as you all can gain your composure."

"Dressing up as guards may work, though, it takes a cardkey to activate the elevator."
He smiled, looking passed everyone and towards the next door leading to the snipers reign.

"If we find one, we could possibly get to the cafeteria and rest up. It's safe there, as long as we're shifty."
Jacob looked in the direction of Syn and Chris, "It's be wise to search the guards you've killed.

"That'll never work!" Cole sighed, frustrated. "Even if Chris there doesn't eat all the dead guards we find, he looks like the living dead! Her over there is 14, and this guy can barely speak!" Freaking idiots...

"What we should do is distract those guards out there, which we can do with this" Cole lugged the heavy fire extinguisher up on his knee for everyone to see, it's red metal glinting off of the lights. "If we chunk this hard enough, it'll cause quite a big smoke cloud, and we can run like hell to safety, unless you've got another incredibly stupid idea." Cole smiled his crooked smile, like he thought this was the best plan in the world. "Or, we could take the elevator route and kill ourselves, if anyone here is a masochist."

Cole placed the fire extinguisher in front of him and stuck his hand in his pockets, all the time smiling very smugly. "I can probably pick out what that little bugger is saying by the way, I've got a knack for noticing stupid small things." Cole spat out, trying to show off.

She looked to Cole. Syn sighed, "Honestly, King-boy, must you fuck things up? Distracting the guards would work, but we'll need...bait." She looked to Cole in such a vengeance manner. She began to laugh. "What do you say, King-boy? Want to help the crazies escape from the nut-house?" She laughed once more, and walked off, sitting on the blood-stained ground. She began to draw different sorts of shapes in the blood. They needed a fast plan. All of them suggested seemed too risky. But, would she take it? She looked to Chris, Sammie, Trice, and the new boy. The ones she really wanted to escape with. Fuck the rest. That's right, she thought. No one needed them anyhow.

Jacob looked across to Cole, "Bait? She wants bait," he snickered turning to Syn, "I'll give you bait.
Jacob sat down across from Syn, "All of us will play a pretty major role in getting to the next room, but. .."His voice trailed off as he stood, gazing at Cole, "We still need the cardkey to activate the elevator. How in the hell do we obtain one of those?"

His eyes flickered, looking around. Jacob sighed, "We're in over our heads. The girl is right, we do need a plan."

Sammie laughed softly as she sat down on the ground. "Well I dont mind trying to get one of the cardkeys..." she said as she looked around the group "I mean wouldnt they keep copies in the office rooms or something?" she said shrugging her shoulders. She was begining to get tired and she needed a job to keep herself busy and this seemed like it wouldnt be to risky. "I am sure I could get in there un-noticed and grab one, and even if they did see me its not that hard to just shoot them" she said smiling at the idea of killing some more guards.

Not too bad of a plan, she thought. "I'll go with you. I wouldn't mind a murder or two." Grabbing out her pistol, she kissed the gun. She giggled, and looked to the boy in front of her. "You're an odd character," she spoke. Laughing, she got up from her position.

She turned towards Sammie. "Incase you do happen to get a bit drowsy, I could watch so you wouldn't get shot to death. I hear the guards have better toys." Her sarcasm didn't help as much, but she wouldn't let Sammie die like that.

Jacob looked to Syn, "Odd? The hell do ya mean by that?" His eyes glimmered in the light with their silver. He sighed, and looked to Sammie, "You two need to be hella careful. You must be running a little low on ammunition, aren't ya? He knew no one had immunization to bullets, not even him. He suffered in his thoughts a bit.

Jacob stepped over to Cole, "Got a plan, yet?

A small smile crossed Sammies face as she looked at Syn "Thanks but I should be able to stay awake as long as I keep moving and keep thinking. But your more than welcome to come with" Sammie brought her gun back out from where she had been storing it on her hip just inside her pants, replacing her smile with a more serious expression. "So will we just meet everyone back here or somewhere else?" she said as she run her fingers through her hair.

Jacob turned to Samantha, "We'll be here." His eyes narrowed to a door, "But when you return, we'll have to use that fire extinguisher and make a break for it."

The boy sighed in his thoughts. He knew that as the new-guy, he'd be used as bait. Honestly, he didn't mind. He was closer to escaping now than ever. He'd do it, or die tryin'.

She grinned to the boy. "Just stick around." She gave her grace to Sammie. "I'm pretty sure everyone will just meet back here." Her two guns still cocked, she replaced bullets from which she hid in her sock. Putting them together, she may as well follow Sammie's lead. She didn't want to be a bearer. Though the sweet sense of murder flew through her nostrils. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. AH, she thought. The sweet sense of blood-spill.

"Umm alright then, we will try and be as quick as we can" She said to Jacob before turning to face Syn "Ok well ready to go Syn?" She said anxious to get going now that she had something to do. And hopefully this something would keep her awake for a little longer, which was the only thing other than getting out of here alive that she wanted.

Waiting to make sure that Syn was following her she began to make her way back over to the building they had just come out of, stepping over the body that Chris had eaten not that long ago and stepping inside as her eyes ajusted to the change in light. She could feel her body reacting to the strain of having to be totally alert as the tiredness left her body. Although she knew that once she got back to some kind of safety that it would return.

Syn was close by hear, keeping both pistols raised. She could be heard breathing heavily. A gunshot was heard. A guard of black was chasing them. "No!" Syn screamed. "RUN!" She gave Sammie a nudge with one of her pistols. Turning back, the guard had shot her. Right in the shoulder. She did not feel the pain. "DAMN!" she screamed. Taking the pistol, she shot once to the guards. Laughing, manically, she ran back to Sammie. "There are more guards in this area. I'll cover them if you try and find the cardkey."

Guards kept firing at them. Syn did her best to shoot them off. She was losing amounts of blood, and she began to grow dizzy. She kept firing. One by one, a guard dropped dead. Syn screamed in agony while she did so. The blood bath kept filling it's way up. Something for Chris to eat, she thought. She placed her pistols in her pockets after the final guard dropped dead. Taking her foot, she rammed it into the guard's back. Crunching the bone, and bringing flesh out of flesh. She began to smell of iron. God, I need a shower, Syn thought. Running to catch up with Sammie, she asked, "Are....are you alright?" She bent down, and coughed up mucus. "Gah, fucking cigarettes!" she spat. She looked up to Sammie, awaiting her reaction.

Jacob continued to the point to where he had sat alone. His mind portraying memories of him slaying his grandparents. He remembered killing his neighbors and everyone else. Twenty murders and counting from that day. He had committed more, but the thought and memory had left him.

"Lies. Truth. Speak no more. The truth doesn't exist."
He sat alone, staring over at the building they had come out of. His mind flying a far from his body. He sighed once more, with the lust to get out ravaging his body. He wanted home. He wanted to see love again. Yet, he had to control his anger at all times.

Jacob waited for the two, Syn and Sammie, to come back from the building.
..So that he could risk his life for the sake of the others. He was closer now than ever, like he spoke earlier. Why give up? His life for theirs. Or total freedom.

Sammie had run ahead a little when Syn had told her to. Waiting around the corner until she cought up. Instantly she saw that Syn had been shot " Yeah I am fine... Oh my god are you ok?" she asked as she ripped some of the fabric from around the bottom of her shirt to wrap around the wound so that it would at least stop it from bleeding to badly. Sammie glanced around and realised that they wernt to far away from the offices, she had come this way when she had arrived.

"Icanbebait!" Asara offered. "I'mthefastestoutofusbyfar. Plusimreallyagile" he said standing up. He ran towards a wall, jump towards it, kicked off of it, and managed a back flip then landed perfectly. He stood trying to strike a cool pose, but slipped in a pool of blood. He began to rub his head and showed a embarrassed smile towards the others. "Whoopsie" He said taking the last of the sugar and practically drinking it.

"Yeah, yeah," Syn spoke, "I'm fine. It's just gunshots." The wounds began to fasten as the cloth were being wrapped around her wound. "We've got to get the cardkey." She insisted. "You can go up ahead, I'll stay here and look guard." She was serious. She didn't want to lose anybody of murder.

Jacob looked to Asara, "..Are you sure?" He spoke. He was incredibly agile and fast. Jacob just wanted to make sure he could do it, "Do you know what you gotta do?" He smiled, stepping to Asara. His mind in the complexity of deep thought.

Jacob pondered as he awaited a response from Asara. How are those two girls; Syn and Samantha doing.