<strong>Danielle Avena<br/>Moroccan Shopping Centre<br/>With Tristyn and then Sana and Mayson | Miguel (NPC), Katie (NPC), Unnamed Young Man (NPC)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Before he could reach the biker laying on the pavement, the same biker got to his feet despite the gash on his right arm and walked over to the sidewalk. He lifted his visor, showing his familiar face and at once Danielle and the biker embraced as if the woman's refusal from last night was ancient history. To both of them, they were simply glad to see the other person alive. Danielle, made desperate by Katie's traumatic collision by a wayward truck and by the truck's owner panicking because he hit Katie, held Tristyn close, wrapping her arms around him without considering the blood smearing onto her own clothes. They separated and Tristyn asked where everyone were, to which Danielle responded,<strong>"I don't know. I... I hope they're okay. Are ... are you okay?"</strong>her eyes finally took notice of the blood on her shirt, which transferred by the blood on Tristyn's shirt as he held his right arm, favoring it.<strong>"Is it broken?! And your bike!"</strong>She looked towards the intersection with the infamous pile-up. Near the street corner, mangled and unusable was the chrome and green of Tristyn's bike. Danielle knew it was a blow to her boyfriend due to the love he had for it was similar to the love ... the love he still had for her, she was sure.<br/><br/>Chaos only seemed to escalate to screams and audible crying of those witnessing the ones close to them getting critical injuries. Just what had happened? Firecrackers, followed by crashing cars, sparking electronics and total accidents seemed to distract everyone from the cause that shone above. Their attentions were on those who were hurt and those traumatized by what they witnessed before them. Yet still, Danielle was sensitive to everything around her. Where was Sana, Mayson, Michelle? Were they alright? Were they in that crash in the intersection? Her thoughts moved toward the more desperate, like Katie who lay unconscious on the side down from the intersection. She had to look back there, to see if someone, a good samaritan or one certified in helping people in need, was tending to her injuries. But she saw no one, except for the man who hit her. His panic threaten to leave him incapacitated by his trauma. Then something great happened.<br/><br/>The entrance was open, which were doors that had to be pushed or pulled depending on what side you were on; not the electronically sliding door of supermarkets and the like and people inside came pouring out. Most of them were those who could help. Among them was Miguel, who Danielle remembered had aced a class in First Aid. Accompanied by others, including people dressed in scrubs, they went out and tended to those who were injured. Miguel rushed to Katie's side with another stranger and checked her vitals. From what she could see, Katie must have stopped breathing due to the shock and they were now performing CPR on her. Miguel, having elementary training, was pushed aside by professionals possibly off-duty or on lunch break. Danielle rushed to Miguel, who upon seeing her, embraced her, exclaiming, "Danielle! I'm glad you're alright. What happened to Katie?" Danielle recalled what happened and told him every details, included what happened with the cars and electronics, despite having to recall the shock she too had at that moment. "Everything died inside too, even the lights, but it seemed that everything is more intense here in this heat." Danielle noticed that in the chaos, it seemed like hell had erupted right in the middle of the city.<br/><br/>Then she remembered Tristyn behind her.<strong>"Oh, Migz, you know first aid? My boyfriend, Tristyn, is hurt, can you help him with his arm, please?"</strong>she asked.<br/><br/>Miguel was forthcoming and with hesitation, acted to help, saying, "Of course. Anything for you, Danielle." He turned to the man behind Danielle calling out to him. "My man, let's get you inside. You look like you're losing blood. Danielle, I need you to look in that intersection and find any more people that need help. If you can, help them inside and get them out of danger." Danielle nodded at the order and she was off running back to the intersection despite her concern for both Tristyn and Katie. She assured herself, they're in good hands, I'm sure. Miguel took Tristyn's left arm and escorted him inside where he was sat down and immediately tended to. Miguel, as he was preparing gauze and bandages, asked Tristyn if he had a fever, if he had anything to drink recently, if anything was broken or if there was any unexplained anywhere. Considering the answers Tristyn gave to him, he would treat his injuries, prioritizing on the biker's right arm and helping to remove the helmet so that whatever breeze there may be could cool the man down.<br/><br/>Danielle went straight for the intersection with no fear that there were any cars that still worked. At once, after passing Tristyn's totaled bike, she saw a familiar Audi with its driver's side door opened. She immediately saw a man desperate doing something inside the car and Danielle thought the worst. Was that man doing something to whoever was inside the car? Before she could see what the man was doing, she saw Mayson on the pavement, disoriented with blood running from her hairline down the left side of her face. She couldn't recall a time where she so much blood at one time.<strong>"May-May!"</strong>Danielle cried out with the nickname she gave her and rushed to her side. Immediately, she helped her up to her feet, supporting her right side.<strong>"Where's Sana?"</strong>she asked, but since Mayson was disoriented, she received sobs with Sana's name being called. Danielle had to know if Sana was alright and pulled back to see what the man was doing to her inside the Audi. She was relieved to see the man trying to pull her out of the car.<strong>"Alright, May-May, I'm going to get you into the mall and my friend Miguel will patch you up, okay? You just have to stay positive as we walk over there."</strong><br/><br/>Danielle wasn't glad that out of all her friends, she was the one who came out physically unharmed. She was envious of the injuries her friends were getting, but she strengthened her resolve with the ability to help Tristyn, Katie, Mayson, and soon, Sana to get the medical service that they needed. Once in the mall, she sat Mayson next to Tristyn, who looked to be bandaged up and resting. Upon seeing Danielle, Miguel rushed over and tended to the woman. Like he did with Tristyn, Miguel asked Mayson of any other injuries she didn't know about besides the ones on her head and on her arm. "Alright, I need you to stay awake, miss. You're friend Danielle helped you and this man here and is now getting more of your friends, alright? Just be strong!" he assured and again reassured the woman as Danielle left to get Sana.<br/><br/>Danielle returned, finding the young man gone to help someone else and Sana leaning against the side of the Audi, the car door still open. She noticed the cut on her head above her eye and her bloody right arm and hand. It looked like Sana was in a more worse shape than Mayson and with the young man gone, there was no one to help her up other than ... her. It seemed like her refusal to Tristyn's proposal followed by her distancing from the others in her sadness and hate caused Danielle to be the savior rather than everyone else. Why am I the one unhurt? she asked herself. But she had to push on. She picked Sana up, this time on her left side instead of when she was with Mayson's right side. She considered that Sana, too, was in a way disoriented and not in a position to help herself and Danielle had to slow her pace in order for her to guide Sana towards the mall. A man held the door open, eventually leaving it open for others to come and go, and in Danielle and Sana went. She sat Sana on a chair provided by the staff in the food court positioned her next to Tristyn and Mayson. Miguel, busy finishing Mayson's bandages, turned and with determined look, took a breath before aiding the woman with the dark brown hair.