She panicked, her inability to stay calm in these situation was completely gone. She didn't think she would be able to cloak herself, and in those splitseconds to decide she ducked and hid herself underneat the largest table close to the staircase. She was completely obscured from sight, the tablecloth long enough to hide her ankles. Her sobbing noises became more quiet, the more the footsteps were nearing her. She looked up at the nottingness of where the undead stood a few minutes ago... "He is gone..." A simple quiet statement and tears welling up in her eyes, why did she always had to be such a clumsy twat?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>