Andrea almost gasped in surprise as the child began to cry hysterically. The snot, and tears drenching her shirt as if a river decided to start on her poor shoulder." No, no, no," The muttering from her mouth was just a form of panic that the child was afraid. The sobbing began to become fainter, and fainter as if the child was losing his will to live. Fear swept inside her stomach. There was no way this boy was going to die...no wayyy.....However, his skin began to become a ghostly pale color , and eyes began to become unfocused as if death was knocking at an unopened door but there was somebody home.<br/><br/>The child began to mutter nonsencically and desperately she tried bouncing the boy up and down as if it would make him laugh. In desperation her eyes looked around hoping to find some form of a ray of hope around all of this chaos that was erupting around her. There was a small shopping district where most the buildings were demolished and several of the building that were slightly in tact were nearby her. These buildings included a convience store, and tailoring shop. Ahead of past a mound of rubble rested the silver tree which she sort wanted to kick and scream at it but what the hell....there were more important matters resting in her hands.<br/><br/>Somewhere off to her left she could make out the sound of rumbling as another building collapsed , and a very fait shout. A familiar hallow feeling was felt in the pit of her stomach. Her feet began to automatically walk in that direction while the boy started shaking uncontolably in her arms. Please no, she wanted to plead but who was she to plead for anything? The bleeding...Oh man ...she needed to find a doctor and soon.<br/><br/>"L-la..lady?" He says in a barely audible whisper, "M-mom... mommy...?" Oh man the child eas now delirious , what the hell? In panic she began to jog towards the fallen building scared that the small possibility of the child's mom being in the building was correct. However, she would never know for certain unless she checked it out. There was also a small matter of the child bleeding...<br/><br/>She managed to make it to the ruble f the building searching for anything that could help her while yelling " Is anyone still breathing?!" It was an odd question but as her hands dug through the ruble it made sense. Her hands had passed four dead bodies already...they were all male. An idea occured about stopping the bleedimg...cloth..and there was plenty of it. Jerry rigging an injury was a small gift that she was becoming thankful for.<br/><br/>Her eyes spotted one of the four dead guys had a shirt which looked to be in tatters. Using one hand still holding the child she managed to rip off just enough cloth to shove in the stuble f the child's arm. " Hold in there , just a little long..." She whispered while trying not to breath in the putrid air of death, and blood around her.