<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br/><strong>With everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mayson was relieved when Sana backed her up with the white lie that she'd told Michelle, though she'd pretty much expected it. They'd been together long enough and had a close enough bond to where they could get a good idea of what the other was thinking without having to explicitly say or do anything, and in this case it had been pretty obvious anyways.<br/><br/>It made her feel sick to her stomach when Michelle estimated the amount of casualties in the plane crash that they'd witnessed. And that was surely just a fraction of it, depending on how widespread the effects of solar flare turned out to be. Were there people that she knew that she'd never seen again? Family, friends, neighbors? Worst case scenarios began to materialize in Mayson's head one after the other, each subsequent one worse than the last.<br/><br/>At first Mayson was angry at her friend for even bringing it up, feeling as if nobody needed to hear that right now, but that wasn't really it. She was more upset with the whole situation as well as her inability to cope with it. But Mayson didn't want to become a useless burden to Sana and everyone else, she wanted to help keep them safe in whatever way that she could, so she made herself snap out of it and push those dark thoughts down, allowing herself to focus on the present.<br/><br/>Heeding Sana's suggestion, she grabbed several extra water bottles and handed them out to whoever wanted to take some before they all made their way outside together. It seemed even more hectic and loud than it had from inside the mall, and somehow they were supposed to wade through the chaos and get back home. The best thing that Mayson could think of doing was just following Tristyn and staying ready to do whatever he said, since surely he'd been through worse and would know what to do.