<strong>Danielle Avena<br/>On the street, near Michelle's car<br/>with everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Seeing her man rise up despite both of his arms being injured was a bit of inspiration for Danielle. She was optimistic about everyone's chances of making it back home, knowing that any obstacle they could face, could be overcome. The man at the hands of Tristyn was left nothing but a bloody face and a defeated pride. No bag to pawn and no chance of him being able to follow Michelle home and use her key, and possibly squat in her own home.<br/><br/>Just as sudden as the strength was poured into Tristyn, came the pain, causing him to fall to his knees. The grimace on his face could be seen and Danielle could hear a faint,<em>"I hurt..."</em>She dropped the remaining batteries and ran to her man. She embraced him and realized that the bandages on his arm were loosened somehow. Slowly, but surely, he began to bleed from his wounds. His other wound bled, but not as fast. It was fortunate that the attacker didn't cut into a major artery or vein and Danielle had not difficult shredding the bottom portion of her shirt, exposing the small of her back and his midriff, using the fabric to wrap Tristyn's arm with it. She did not know first aid like Miguel, but after seeing him flawlessly wrap bandages and apply gauze on other victims, she thought she could manage a bit of that.<strong>"Are you okay, honey?"</strong>Danielle asked, face to face with her could-have-been fiance.<strong>"Do we need to go back to mall, get you patched up?"</strong>She knew this delay would reduce their chances of getting back to Russian Hill before sundown, but to her, Tristyn and his well-being was more important.