<strong>Oliva</strong><br/><strong>Shopping Center</strong><br/><strong>Everybody Inside of the Center</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Oliva was in a state of shell-shock. All she could say was<strong>"I'm okay, I'm okay."</strong>When the woman lifted Michelle onto her back, she merely stood up and followed her through the messy streets after grabbing her phone. Her hands covered her mouth in shock, and she tried her best to avoid staring at any of the bodies and wounded. She was just a simple Starbucks manager. In the past, she had avoided donating blood because she hated the sight of it. It was haunting.<br/><br/>She subconsciously made a decision to trust the woman whom she assumed was one of Michelle's friends. Adrenaline carried her to the mall, and she found herself unable to remember the trip to the parking lot. As each minute passed, she found herself slowly regaining her ability to think rationally.<br/><br/>They arrived at the shopping center, and Oliva found the nearest chair in which to sit. Her face was inflated from crying, but her tears had stopped. Her mind was focused mostly on Michelle. Unlike some of the others, she wasn't even considering the bigger picture.<br/><br/>She turned toward Mayson and managed to fake a slight smile.<strong> "I'm Oliva. I was riding with Michelle when we- when we crashed."</strong>She stammered.<strong>"She is unconscious and covered in blood. I don't know- I didn't know what to do... I don't even know how serious it is."</strong>Hatred for her inability was boiling deep down inside of her. Why was she spared from any significant injury? Why her? The girl was obviously in no mental shape to help.