Chris' fist kept flying until the sirens were heard, his head jerked in the direction before he realized how badly he'd lost it. Chris took her hand and bolted, his feet slid across the ice when they came to a halt near the theater. It was definitely abandoned judging from the outside and on the inside that judgement was pretty much enforced.<br/><br/>Broken machines, smashed glass, torn screens... everything was in a state. Chris followed her up to the movie reel room where the movies were played by big projectors. They were holed up there  which was pretty safe from the drug addicted assholes that camped on the bottom floor way away from them. Chris kept the door to their room barricaded with bookshelves when they were inside but  nearly all of their valuables were with them when they left, nothing was more valuable than they were to each other.<br/><br/>Chris threw the bag to the corner of the room and kicked open the disabled toilets door and made his way to the sink. Opening the hot water so it would sting his cuts as well as wash off both his and the blood of the others "I would've ripped out their tongues!" he said to himself looking up at the broken image of himself in the mirror, the cracks in the mirror resembled the way he was... scared and bruised from everything that's happened to him... the only one who was important was Blaze.