<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>On the street</strong><br/><strong>With everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Uhh, yeah, I guess," Mayson answered her girlfriend's question about knowing any elderly people that lived in their building, "I think they all drive new cars, though. But maybe we can check the parking garage?" She wasn't very optimistic about finding any old cars in there since she'd never noticed any, but it was possible.<br/><br/>It wasn't long until they'd made it to Michelle's car, and Mayson immediately had her doubts about confronting the looter being a good idea. Anyone who was desperate enough to steal out of a car wreck in the middle of a widespread catastrophe...they were probably capable of anything. What if the man just pulled out a gun and shot Tristyn before he could get close? It sounded extreme, but she'd heard of things like that happening during road rage incidents and the like, so it could happen here too.<br/><br/>Mayson didn't kid herself, though, she knew that Tristyn wouldn't back down so there was no point in trying to stop him. Stubborn, stubborn man. It turned out that her concern was mostly warranted, although instead of a gun it was a knife. A shriek of disbelief and horror escaped her lips as Tristyn got slashed, and she dropped her water bottle and brought both hands up over her mouth and nose.<br/><br/>She turned towards Sana with big dear-in-the-headlights eyes, wordlessly asking her girlfriend what the hell they should do.