Helen kicked away the hand, seeing it sail limply away into the night sky made her feel a lot better probably because she was certain it wouldn’t be moving anymore. With one horrific thing out of the way Helen was left to deal with the dead bodies surrounding her. Moving would be a good start, a change of scenery almost always did a person good especially if the current scenery included corpses.<br/><br/>Using what little light was provided Helen carefully tip-toed over and around the bodies. She could feel the panic, as well as her breakfast, slowly rise and frantically fought against it as panicking in this situation could prove to be the worst thing to do. As long as she kept calm she could think clearly and logically to get herself out of this mess. She looked back up at the top of ruin and decided that that was probably the best place to go at the moment and hope that who or whatever was ever up there was friendly.<br/><br/>Helen clambered up the ruin towards the flickering torchlight over the tall bricks that began to crumble apart where ever she touched them. She was barely halfway up and already she was beginning to struggle. Palms ached and muscles cried in protest, she was not built for climbing! She was built for other things like commuting to work or relaxing on a sunny beach with a good book.  The closer and closer she got to the top the less the torchlight obscured the figures around it.<br/><br/>“Evening.” She called up to them. “Would you mind giving me a hand? These bricks are a bit of a pain to climb.”<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Megan decided that she liked flying about as much as she liked being stomped on which was to say not very much. She was pretty certain that that stupid woman had broken one of her fingers.<br/><br/>With a light thud Megan landed onto a stone wall, which hurt a lot, and simply sat there for a minute wondering what to do. She knew she shouldn’t have gone near the Dog Park, the Sheriffs secret police had warned her numerous times, but she was curious about the Shadowy figures that would occasionally appear. Plus she wanted to know what had happened to all those people that had gone in when the Dog Park had first opened a few months ago, according to the local radio Dana was still alive and well so it couldn’t be too bad in there. But the next thing she knew she was being stamped upon by some screaming old cow. Had she even gotten into the dog park?<br/><br/>Megan pondered the thought as she dragged herself along the wall towards the spot where she could just make out a shadowy figure hiding behind the wall. Although she didn’t know what she would do when she got there. Maybe sit on the stump of her wrist and try wave? She was a middle aged man’s hand so she couldn’t really just say hello.