[ It goes to hell quickly - but doesn't it always. Fine one moment, then a screaming nightmare the next. The roar of alarms, gunfire, Washington's yelling over the top and things that come in snatches where she's too dizzy for this and - they're soldiers, they have to look after themselves, but they're - the ones that have gotten her out, and she owes them that much.
She just can't do anything for them if she's dead, and instinct goes all the same, when she hears the strikes come too close. Yanks Daryl, close to her, in part because she knows she can't get out of here herself, in part because he has his shiv and that's at least something, and because it comes as habit. Pulling people behind her. Gives out the next second, dizzy and the cold freezes her where she feels like a bundle of sticks all hitting each other at eveyr angle. Then leans forward, trying to see where in this mess the others had gone. Thought she'd heard York scream but -
Her hand stays gripped to Daryl's sleeve in an attempt to clear her head, feels her legs shake under her and forces down another coughing fit as she looks around. When she can't see York, she can see Washington. Pitches her voice, used to calling out over worse even as her voice is doing its best to give out. ]
Washington, we have to move, now. We can't stay here -- !
[ Not devoted, but sure in the fact that they can't come back to save them if they're all in that cell together. ]
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She just can't do anything for them if she's dead, and instinct goes all the same, when she hears the strikes come too close. Yanks Daryl, close to her, in part because she knows she can't get out of here herself, in part because he has his shiv and that's at least something, and because it comes as habit. Pulling people behind her. Gives out the next second, dizzy and the cold freezes her where she feels like a bundle of sticks all hitting each other at eveyr angle. Then leans forward, trying to see where in this mess the others had gone. Thought she'd heard York scream but -
Her hand stays gripped to Daryl's sleeve in an attempt to clear her head, feels her legs shake under her and forces down another coughing fit as she looks around. When she can't see York, she can see Washington. Pitches her voice, used to calling out over worse even as her voice is doing its best to give out. ]
Washington, we have to move, now. We can't stay here -- !
[ Not devoted, but sure in the fact that they can't come back to save them if they're all in that cell together. ]