<em>... three days later ...</em><br/><br/>Eric is laying comfortably in a bed, his leg wrapped up tightly. He'd been out for nearly two days when he awoke, and Alana felt that he was mostly out of the woods.<br/><br/>Virginia had led everyone to an upscale apartment building in the business district. She lived on the third floor, but she found that, with her ability to control machines, she could also make any door she wanted to open at will. Everyone settled into a cluster of apartments on the third floor, with one room being turned into a makeshift emergency room for Eric.<br/><br/>The next day was spent gathering food and supplies, and looking for any signs of rescue. The barrier at the end of the road was tested, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere.<br/><br/>A few times beams appeared again at various points in the distance, though they never stayed long enough to pinpoint where they were coming down. On an expedition to collect food, Jack thought he heard a car in the street, but he couldn't verify it.<br/><br/>Stephanie still acted a little spacy and she didn't seem to remember her attack. She acted as though she were on some kind of summer trip, and no one so far had the heart to disabuse her state of denial.<br/><br/>OOC: In your next post, go ahead and state what you are doing generally. Everyone is based in the apartment building, taking a room for themselves. Eric has come awake, though his wounded leg is barely functional, he'll need a crutch to get by for now.