Samantha could feel his touches, vaguely, but it was just like a tingling. Her legs would be alright, just not right now. At least she hoped that's how it would go. She couldn't help but blush at the thought of him carrying her, and she was a bit opposed to it when she saw the blood on his shoulder. But what choice did she have? She couldn't walk. Sighing, she nodded. "Y-Yeah...I'm ready..."

Chris exhaled softly, thinking of music, drawing, Sam's drawing, before lifting her up.
Anything to take her off of his shoulder.
"Put your arms around my neck," he whispered to her, lifting her weightless body in the air.
He let her legs hang down, trying not to let them touch anything, trying not to step on debris that would cause him to lose balance.
"Where can we go?" he said to her, thinking to go outside, but it probably looked ten times worse out there than it did in the school.

"This is so horrible," some of the blood from his soaked shirt dripped to the floor, leaving a trail behind him as they walked.
"Are you doing okay?" he asked her, making sure she wasn't in too much pain.

" Fine is not a good word..." Marie managed to groan. She couldn't recognize the voice near her, but it didn't matter. Now that the pain was starting to take effect, she bit her lip hard and felt wetness behind her eyes. All she knew was thatr she hurt, badly, though not knowing where or why. At this point, why should she care? " Ugh..." she managed to look up, and saw Eric... but then sh ewas too busy trying to figure out if she was concsious or not to pay attention.

Samantha let him lift her, feeling odd about it, but she didn't mention it. "Where...I...I have no idea. Outside would be best, though. Better than this debris-ridden area..." Well, there was probably debris outside as well, but hopefully less dust. She may actually be able to breathe right. When asked if she was okay, she nodded a little. "I think so. As okay as I can be right now."

Marie said something, but Eric didn't here it. She looked hurt, bad. "Don't give up. Dear God don't give up!" Eric said. He tried to lift the rubble, but it made his head hurt more. "I'll be right back." He said. He walked a short distance away, and in a few seconds he came running back. He had what could be a leg of a table, or part of a beam. He put it under the rubble and began to use it as a wedge.

Vaguely Marie heard Eric pound off, then return with the table leg. He was trying to use it as a wedge, but he didn't have it in the right place to make much progress.
" Left leg of the desk, " she said, voice a little hoarse. Even half-concsious, Marie was still the geek who knew things no one ever cared about or would need. Like natural disaster survival. They needed it now, didn't they? They cared about it now, didn't they.she thought, but was unable to associate the thoughts with very much bitterness. It was too ironic.

Eric switched his position. He pushed on it and the rubble and it began to shift. He pushed harder. It began to lift off the ground. Eric grunted with the exertion. The rubble rolled on its side. Eric was breathing heavily. "Are... Are you..." He said. Before he could finish he fell to his knees. His head was still bleeding, and it still hurt. "Are you okay?" He asked.

" I think... I should... be asking you," Marie said, slowly sitting up, feeling naseous and dizzy.
" I'm okay..... just a few scratches...." Lying through her teeth, literally, because she was gritting them trying not to wince. Scratches and gashes, and a lot of them. Marie had a particularly gashed shoulder, had probably broken several ribs, and her ankle was bent in a sickening way. She didn't want Eric doing any more, having already been so helpful and in his present condition. He looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion.
" I think there are others, " Marie was starting to get her voice back. Painfully looking around, she saw, miraculously, a school first aid kit lying very shallowly buried several feet away. Getting on her hands and knees, she quickly and agonizingly crawled over to it, trying not to put weight on the broken ankle. She opened it, looking through its contents.Bingo. Bandaids, bandages, slings, wads of cotton, and even splints. And a needle and thread for stitches. Marie vaguely wondered if the school nurse was--had been-- even trained to use all these materials.

Still no sign off people, and Lucas was still stuck. He could no longer feel his legs.
It was kind of an improvement tho, becouse of the pain.
He could just lie there, hoping that somebody would come and see him.
But he also started to prepare for the fact that it may not come anyone, and that he could die here. He looked around, looking for something that might help him get loose, but there was nothing in his reach.
"This sucks, I was not that bad in school that it needed to collapse."
He tought and laughed about his dry joke.

[[Agh, sorry about the wait ]]

Chris shook his head upon understanding Samantha's words.
"Yeah I understand," he said simply, looking around again. Maybe he really should take her outside. Nobody else would be there.
He did just that, except when actually opening the door, with a bit of Sam's help, he'd of dropped her if he didn't knock himself out of the sheer terror that filled his mind.
The world seemed to have fallen apart.
Trees, debris, filled every last inch of the floor, cracks in the road that led to who-knows-where were everywhere. There were palms, branches, someone's umbrella. Random objects scattered around the ground in a mix of dirt and roads. Trunks of trees, grass, plants, seemed to have been picked and pulled from their roots and thrown angrily at nothing. But the bench that Chris and Samantha had eaten lunch at was perfectly fine.
"Holy..." Chris's words trailed off as he scannned his surroundings. It was horrible.
He walked over to 'their' bench and placed her down gently after checking and making sure it was sturdy. All was well with the bench.
"I know it looks horrible," he said to her, not wanting her to be scared. He wanted to tell her that he was there for her, but didn't want to sound like some creep trying to get a girl.

Samantha was just as shocked as he was when they went outside, looking around at all the destruction. Once she was seated, she nodded a bit numbly, now looking at Chris. "It is horrible...I can't believe this. I wonder...i-is anybody...else alive?" She tried to move her legs again, just to see if she could. They moved a bit, but were still pretty numb.

" Hello!!!! Is anyone still out there?!?!?!" Marie yelled, trying to see if anyone else was alive, or if she and Eric were the only ones left. If there were any survivors, they probably needed help. And quick.
" Hello!!! If anyone's still out there--" Marie's voice broke. What if there were no survivors?

"I highly doubt there are any more survivors. I don't mean to pessimistic, but look around you."
Eric said, his voice barely a whisper. "If there were survivors, would there be so many bodies?" He looked at the first aid kit in Marie's hands. "You need those more than me, you have a little bit more than 'a few scratches." He smiled. "Just give me a bandage and an ice pack." He looked at the ground, no expression on his face. He looked up again. " We should find some form of contact with the outside world, get out of the school, if worse comes to worse, leave the island." He said, his face solemn.

Victoria continued her walk down what used to be the school hall that she knew so well. It looked completely different now. Desolate, vacant...destroyed. After a bit more walking, she paused, hearing voices. "H-Hello?" She called, managing to raise her own weak voice a little bit. "I-Is anyone there?" She hoped there were other survivors. Even if she was used to being alone, it was a different type of alone than this would be.

Marie sadly handed Eric what he'd asked for, but then heard a voice. Her face lit up, and she smiled.
" See? There are survivors!!!" she told him, then yelled back, " Over here!!!! "
Marie stood up, forgetting about the broken ankle until she fell forward when it couldn't support the wait. "Shoulda known, " she whispered. " I'mma klutz in school, I'mma klutz in the middle of debris and dead people, "

Victoria heard a voice reply, and she tried to figure out where it was coming from. Finally, she managed to walk to where Eric and Marie were, sighing in relief when she saw them. "So others are alive... A-Are you alright?" She still had failed to notice the blood on her own arm and leg, or the numbness in her body. Not to mention she was starting to get a little bit light-headed from all the blood loss.

" Oh my..." Seeing Victoria in her present state, Marie wondered if it was good that there were other survivors. " Sit down.... where are you hurt?" she asked, horrified at the blood covering the other survivor, now barely noticing her own injuries. Beggining to unpack the medical supplies, Marie tried to reassure herself that she knew what she was doing. She had taken some First Aid classes. But that was the keyword: some.

Lucas could hear screaming in the distance and with the last of his powers he yelled, "Heey! Over here! Anyone there?!" He looked up hopefully, but there was noone to see there. He was completly alone, he tought. He tried one more time, "Please! Is there anyone here?! Im stuck!"

" Wait.. I think I hear someone else!!" Marie exclaimed, incredulous that so many could have survived the blast. "Whre are you?!?!?" she screamed back hoping to get a handle on things...
"Where are you?!?!" she tried again, hoping she could recieve an answer.