Even if she hadn't just eaten her stomach, much less her mind, wasn't up for the food laid out. Though some once checked for signs of the virus did get up and head over, she remained at her post helping those who needed it. A few people died, it was beyond their control, they had done everything they possibly could to help them. Things would get better. It was likely just a small outbreak that had been controlled. It had to be.<br/><br/>Another explosion rocked the facility this time from higher up. The sound of metal scrapping against metal caused Terra to hold her arms about herself. A slow rumble filled the air before tons of fiery, twisted metal slammed into the ground 100 meters from their current location. A ball of fire erupted, shards of glass, metal and various debris flew outwards from the epicenter of the impact zone. The tinier pieces bounced uselessly off the specialized glass windows of the mess hall while other pieces created minuscule fractures into the outer glass.<br/><br/>They wouldn't spiderweb outward before giving in. It was the way they were designed. If one pane broke, the others would be there to take up the slack, a specialized film coating the fractured edges to keep them in place.<br/><br/><em>'Warning, hull break and fire detected in Sector 22. Please evacuate Sector 22 immediately.'</em>the computer blared another warning.<br/><br/>Terra looked up at the ceiling as though she would be able to see the fire expanding uncontrolled in the strange atmosphere of the planet they now inhabited. She could nearly see in her mind the gash the monorail had made in the structure of the facility, the deep tear made by metallic claws thirsting for carnage.<br/><br/>She shivered and turned her eyes away.