Panting harshly, Becca whirled around trying to see what was happening. She raised a trembling hand to wipe the sweat from her brow. It hurt to breathe so she kept panting raggedly through her mouth. People were running and speaking but the young mechanic was running on so much adrenaline that all she could hear was her pulse pounding in her ears. Darion was being helped away and there seemed to be no more creatures nearby so the piece of pipe fell from her hands. She still did not understand why everyone looked so panicked and she walked a few paces and picked up Darion's rifle. It seemed an odd thing that he would leave his rifle behind.<br/><br/>Then the feel of slime spattering against her face drew her attention sharply to the side to see Sue's blade skewering the twitching form. The next second she felt Sue half leading, half carrying her toward the others. She clung to Darion's rifle and only started to struggle in Sue's grip when she realized that she did not have her Father's rifle. Still Sue was easily the stronger of the two and soon she was in the room as well. She slumped immediately to the floor, still trying to cling to sue and gingerly set Darion's rifle aside. She stared at the floor, sniffling. If she lost the rifle, she lost the last connection that she had to her family. The thought made her head swim. She felt numb and just looked around as if not really focusing on anything. It was pretty clear to anyone watching that the mechanic was in shock.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>