Sirens and the sounds of people yelling were all Sarah could hear. The solemn shaking of the chief's head and his distant attitude told her everything she needed to know. A paramedic attempted to treat her; Sarah hadn't even realized she was bleeding until now, but a cut on her forehead was the least of her concerns right now, her mind was on her sisters well being. Looking around, Sarah attempted to get a grasp on the whole picture, but she couldn't. Emergency radio channels were completely locked up with constant traffic, a dozen different trucks, police cars and ambulances trying to talk to each other at the same time created a loud, static of blurred voices and failed training. Everyone was in a complete state of panic, and Sarah was approaching that level as well.<br/><br/>She returned to her truck, pulling her helmet and mask off, letting the mask hang over her shoulder and her helmet laid on the seat next to her, Kevin's seat. A long breath didn't help the feeling of remorse as the building roof collapsed next to them, spewing out a massive tower of smoke and fire, debris and a loud, ear pinching wail as the building started to collapse. Sarah sighed and rested her forehead against the seatback in front of her, determined to will this day back into the nightmare is must be, if she weren't thinking rationally, Sarah might have even believed herself. Not even her nightmares were this fucked up.<br/><br/>The truck abruptly started to move, and Sarah leaned back, some blood dripping off her forehead and down onto her eyelids. She blinked it away, and looked around as smoke towers littered the city. On a day like today, the adrenaline was pumping constantly and the challeneges, dangers and tradegy never stopped, but today was unlike any other day Sarah had lived through. The whole city seemed to be falling apart. As the truck sped back up Ennerdale towards the fire station, and eventually to evacuate, Sarah couldn't help but let the outer reaches of fear start taking hold. She imagined her sisters being... attacked by whatever was pulling the city under. Her lip shook a little as she tried to imagine them safe, but every image she could think up ended with her only family, indeed her very life, dead on some street or... worse.<br/><br/>The radio.. bites. Something didn't seem right, it seemed like some kind of George Romero nightmare flick being shot in Rockford and nobody told Sarah. The truck stopped abruptly, the high school just barely in view. "<em>For fuck sakes!</em>" the driver yelled back. Sarah leaned up and squinted her eyes at the mob surrounding the high school. "<em>We're in trouble here!</em>"<br/><br/>As she sat back down, a bloodied hand smacked up against the window of her door. She began to reach out to open the door, but then a second and third hand appeared. She peeked out and jumped back, the mangled faces of at least 5 people were smacking up against the door, trying to get in. Neck wounds, head wounds, gunshot wounds... things people shouldn't survive.... can't surrive. "<strong>Drive! Get us the fuck out of here!</strong>" Sarah yelled, fear rivering over in her voice. "<strong>Go go go go!</strong>"<br/><br/>"<em>There's people in front of us!</em>" The driver yelled back, the passenger in front seat was simply staring out the windshield. Sarah sat herself up again, looking at her window a final time as it was hopelessly smudged with blood. There were several people, moving towards the truck, some of them slower than others, all of them covered in blood. A few gunshots rang out, and from her sitting position, Sarah could see a major scuffle... battle, going on near the high school. People whacking rioters with sticks, a few police officers were scattered about but the majority seemed like civilians... high school students. Her heart sank as the driver finally gunned the trucks engines, plowing over close to a dozen rioters before they reached the turn onto Warren Street, turning hard as the sight of the fighting in front of the high school disappeared behind a building, Sarah again slumped down in her seat and fought off the urge to give in. She had a job to do, still, even though the city was ripping itself apart, someone needed to do this.<br/><br/>They reached the station with no more conflict, but found another problem. Everyone was already packing up, and a massive traffic jam was polluting the streets ahead. Everyone was trying to get to the bridges, and it seemed they were closed. As she hopped out, her duty Lieutenant approached her and waved his hands, to get her attention.<em>"Sarah, I need you with rescue 4-"</em>He pointed over towards an ambulance parked across the street.<em>"-we've gotten reports that an ambulance from the hospital is stuck in that traffic jam at the bridge, with 3 critical patients, one of them is Corey Dennis."</em><br/><br/>"<strong>Where's Hoban and Trey?</strong>" Sarah asked her voice suddenly filled with concern, but in the back of her mind she was curious why she was sitting with 4, the two senior paramedics would be much better served in that role than she, Sarah was a rescue paramedic, not a truck paramedic.<br/><br/><em>"We don't know, we lost contact with the rest of our ambulances. I don't know where the ambulance is in that jam, but try and get there as soon as possible."</em>He turned around and left, leaving Sarah to stand dumbfounded until one of the men from the paramedic ambulance ran over to her, handing her a helmet, she'd just realized she'd forgotten hers in the other truck, which had left a while ago. The helmet was black, with a white circle and red cross in the middle. Putting it on, Sarah followed the men over, stilling holding her axe, and some of them were doing the same, carrying weapons. They handed her a bag, and explained the plan to go out in pairs of 2, there were six here, and find the ambulance. As far as they knew, the ambulance was transporting the 3 from special care to the hospital when it was stuck between the rioters and the place they werne't going, eventually ending up in the jam. It also was noted, they were flying Corey out from the harbor, but someone said that air traffic couldn't take off for the day due to a 'weather front'.<br/><br/>Sarah was teamed up with someone, a man about her age, and the two set off onto the constant flow of honking and yelling, cars and other vehicles of all makes and models were scrunched together in a giant heap, stretching for as far as Sarah could immediately see. She knew there was bound to be a break in the crowd, but that was offset. As they approached, several people came running over, asking for help with sick loved ones. Sarah and her partner exchanged glances, and agreed to split up. Sarah would stay, and he would continue on. Letting her bag fall off her shoulder, Sarah set out to follow the people towards a collection point for injured people.