"But but it say what we need....." Gregg stopped when Martin went over to get the cart. With a shrug he lent over Jayson and put his hands under his freinds arms, lifting carefully Gregg lifted his wounded comrade over to the wall.<br/><br/>As Martin got closer to the cart a figure came round the corner, walking drunkenly the  girl moved staright towards the student, her dark clothes ripped and make up smugged with blood all over her she looked like a war victim. "Martin" she called out weakly as she moved closer her arms becoming more animated. With a moan the girls eyes rolled into her head as she fell to the ground in a faint.<br/>