Heather Bowman
The young man who had become the leader had saved her. He'd grabbed Heather's hand and dragged her to safety. Heather had followed in numb obedience. They were coming. She stayed close to the man, Zane, his name was? Yes. Zane, Zane...insane. They were all going to go insane before this was over. Either that or die. Heather hid herself behind Zane's form, not touching the man but crouching slightly so that he was in between her and the door from wish they'd come.
"Thank you." She muttered to him, her voice hoarse. She was trying not to cry. She had been so close to dying, and now her body seemed to be stiffening up slowly. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou." It was no louder than a whisper, but the thrumming of her vocal chords was comforting. She was still alive. Not safe, per say, but alive.
She stayed hidden for a short time, furtively looking around every so often as if something would sneak up behind her and tear her spinal column out or something, before poking her head out from behind Zane to see if anything interesting was going on. Bad idea. One of the men was fighting a blue monster. They looked more intimidating when they were alive, Heather realized, freezing in her spot. She watched, transfixed. " Who will die first? Death by asphyxiation, lungs collapsing?...no, bleeding to death...no... ruptured organs?...nope...Spinal column damage." She muttered to herself, musing, as she watched. How would they die? Which would die? Or would it be possible for them both to die?
No, the human won. The monster was dead, and the man was coming back. Suddenly Heather felt ashamed and withdrew her head. She hadn't even cared which would win, she'd been more interested in how they would die. But she was relieved that the creatures could die. But that would mean she'd have to begin a list for them too. She laughed softly, a nervous sound. "What if there is only one? That wouldn't do. There has got to be more." Only one way to die was worrying. It decreased the odds quite a bit. People could die in so many ways.