Lia flinched when the gun went off, didn't feel any pain, so she assumed she wasn't hit. The thing holding her slumped forward and she moved, letting it slump and slide down the stairs, back into the blood. She grabbed her gun where it had fallen and clung to it, eyeing Jeremy with a look of gratitude. Her eyes glanced over the blood pool, watching as it almost seemed to...drain? The bodies were no longer there, no longer watching or attempting to drag either of them down the stairs. She looked around, wholly annoyed and no longer dealing with the adrenaline rush of fear, of fighting back.<br/><br/>"...When I get my hands on this guy, I'm going to fucking tear his heart out and shove it down his throat." Keeping her gun ready and by her side, she walked down the stairs, stepping past Jeremy and glancing around, watching as the blood seemed to seep away and through the floorboards, leaving the place looking as thought it was never there.<br/><br/>Except for, the notes on the coffee table in the living room that hadn't been there before. One addressed to Lia, the other addressed to Jeremy. (Not sure what they say, figure it could attempt to move the story along. *shrugs*)