<strong>Danielle Avena<br/>Moroccan Shopping Centre<br/>Everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Michelle was alright. Apart from Oliva leaving, everyone, including Tristyn, was alright. Her man told her to trust him and not only was she beginning to trust him again, all the other ladies were trusting him, following his lead. Danielle momentarily left Tristyn's side to retrieve her stuff sitting nearby and came back with her hands full.<strong>"Babe, can you hold this?"</strong>she asked Tristyn, handing him the heaviest bag. She placed her camera in the bag she had over her shoulder, minding to stash a few more water bottles in the empty spaces of the bag. All the batteries were pretty much useless, but the memory sticks still held the pictures she took today. If and when this cataclysmic event ended, the first thing she would do is write an article about this, making sure to include the pictures she took as the drama took place all around her.<br/><br/><strong>"That's probably the best idea, Sana,"</strong>Danielle seconded.<strong>"Let's go with it. I know last night might have divided us a bit, but I realize, we're much better off if we stick together."</strong>Danielle neared Tristyn, interlocking her fingers with the man's fingers and squeezing as she looked up with a smile.<br/><br/>It would take an explosion, rubble from a building fall several stories to the streets below, and panicked screams of those people trying to get out of the way, to divert everyone's attention from this agreement to stick together to the danger all around them. Danielle turned her head back to her small group, nodding first to Miguel who just revived Katie and was embracing her passionately. She then said to her friends,<strong>"The sooner, the better."</strong>She took a step towards the entrance opposite the one that displayed the gruesome scene with her with her fingers still locked with Tristyn's. Whether she felt resistance or not depended on Tristyn's willingness to follow.