Maya kept running, her tongue nearly hanging out over her fang-like teeth as she panted. Her breathing, heartbeat, and the padding of her feet were the only sounds she could hear.<em>I'm coming...</em>She took notice of the slowly hardening ground, her steps getting lighter and easier to take, no longer having more mud gather on her paws. There, a clearing. She hadn't even taken notice of the dead bodies which seemed to grow thicker the further she got, leaping over or around them mindlessly.<br/><br/>There, a clearing. That building, that must be where she is. Maya dashed past Nine without a second thought, only when the auto-aiming guns targeted towards her did she realize the problem. She came to a shattering halt as one shot, the blast going through the flesh between her shoulder and neck. She quickly turned as the turrets started on her, her quick feet barely fast enough to keep her from being plowed down by the barrage. She leapt, landing on the ground hard and sliding to Nine's feet, blood pouring from her shoulder. She might not be smart, but she wasn't<em>that</em>stupid. She looked up at him. "But...she needs us..."