<blockquote><div><cite>Rosethorn wrote:</cite>Kira felt her legs drop. She didnâ€™t move taking in her surroundings. She needed to know what was happening. She heard someone slipping and crashing around her. Obviously a human. Not one of the atackers. <br/><br/>"I'm in the Academy Cafeteria! It's such a mess in here! Everyone's dead! There's one that's barely alive, but you need to send help!"<br/><br/>She wanted to growl. Her lips refused to part. She had to lay there, weak and helpless. <br/><br/>"The who?"<br/><br/>Kira desperatly wanted to know what was going on around her. She cracked an eyelid. A small human female sat beside her. Large yellow eyes watched her move. Not trusting but not fearfull. She had faced death. She had seen it, she had been in the realm of the dead. It had been beautiful. But now she knew that it was not her time. She had a job to do. She had to destroy the people she had met today. She had to kill the peope who had caused this masacare. No option. After that she had no purpose. After that she could go home, to the safe land. This was what she was meant to do. Help ferals. Help so there would none like her again. As she stared into the warm brown eyes of the girl above her she knew that the girl wanted to help. Closing her eyes again she simply listened to the sounds around her. Fealing the rise and fall of her chest. The slow ebbing of her life force. More blood pooled underneath her. But she knew that help would arrive soon.<br/><br/>She heard the sounds of heavy boots on the floor. Hands ran over her muscular frame. Checking her wounds. â€œCan you hear me?â€ She heard a females voice loud in her right ear. â€œCan you hear me?â€ Now in her left. Black lips parted over her fangs slowly as she felt an ear to her chest. Fingers pressed on her wrist. â€œYes.â€ Her voice rasped. Where was Ilana?She would come soon. â€œWe are taking you to the ambulence.â€ She heard the feamles voice again. They rolled her onto her left side then rolled her back. Fabric rubbed against her fur. Head lolled to the side as they straped her in. <br/><br/>Feeling herself bieng carried she opened her eyes again. Was she the only feral to survive? What a great way to start at a new school. Her first school. Her first encounter with humans in two years. She had not been afraid when she was fighting. She would never be afraid again. She would destroy the people that had killed so many. Destroyed so many lives. Made so many childeren fear for their lives. <br/><br/>She watched her fellow students talking. Three other ferals had survived. She had met none of them.</div></blockquote>