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Rem kept her knife ready for anything. Hurrying through the house and out Rem started to calm down and relax. When Naomi pulled her down behind a bush she stumbled over herself, and ended up falling onto her back in the dirt. She covered her mouth, holding back a pained groan, her eyes squeezing shut. After a few seconds she managed to slowly set up so she could see what was going on. It was dark outside, and it seamed that the house was being guarded, as well as fenced in. She frowned, looking around. "Fight our way out? Sneak out? Blow something up as a distraction and run?" Remedie suggested, shrugging. The bushes wrapped around the house, so she crawled around to the side. There was about 3 cars there, and some people leaning against them and talking. Remedie sighed, rubbing her face. Maybe she could hit them with her throwing knives from here? She'd had to be quick, however. Pulling out 5 knives from her pack she spun the tip against her finger subconsciously. She flinched her hand away, realizing that she was cutting into her finger. She looked down, watching the blood bubble on the pad of her finger. The blood made her remember Naomi's hand.

Hurriedly going over to her roommate she got a half empty water bottle out of her pack. "Give me your hand," Remedie instructed. Taking Naomi's wrist softly she opened the water bottle, and slowly poured the cool water over her bloody hand. She glanced around ever so often. "I need to teach you how to get out of cuffs...." Remedie whispered, frowning. She threw the empty bottle to the ground, and grabbed one of her throwing knives. Taking her flannel shirt she managed to tear it a little bit, using the tip of the throwing knife ripping off the bottom of her shirt she took Naomi's hand again, and wrapped it, tightly tying it. "We can properly fix it when we're not in danger," Rem said, turning her attention back to getting out.