<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda kept her eyes closed, but she was conscious. She could feel the warmth and the foul smell of the cloud that engulfed Thomas. It made Melinda hot and nauseated, and it caused her strange sensations she had never experienced, like an irrational fear she couldn't explain. It was as though fear was mixing into Melinda's blood and running through her veins.<br/><br/>When the darkness finally came over her, Melinda let out a deep sigh, letting herself go and forgetting the world even existed. There was no fear, no pain, nothing.<br/><br/>As the creature she had yet to see picked her up, Melinda's body was limp in its arms. It was almost as if she was dead, except for the fact that she was breathing softly.<br/><br/>Melinda couldn't say how long she had slept. It was hard to precise in her conditions, with the pain, the loss of blood, and the fear she had experienced earlier. It didn't seem to matter as the brunette woke up, her eyes looking around her. They didn't even have the time to complete the round, when that blood-curdling scream came into the room, nearly shaking the walls, or that was Melinda's impression.<br/><br/>"Hello?", Melinda called faintly. "Help, please!". She wasn't asking for help for herself, but for the person who was screaming. Melinda would have helped, but even sitting up was a difficult move. Standing up was something she managed to do for a few seconds, before falling back on the floor, too weak to take one step. She laid there, helplessly, and called again, softly. "Help... Anyone...?"</div>