<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lost in the school<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Robert<br/><hr/>Her nerves are firing in one storm of flight instinct that, no doubt, remained in every human deep in their DNA, the fear of the lightning and talons in the dark, and when she hears the 'tok' of the debris against stone, or concrete, further ahead-- her body jolts involuntarily and she shrinks back a half step.  Then voices-- there's terror and hope all at once, so that she stares wide-eyed into the dark with her mouth agape and her labored breath knots her chest and throat tight together.<br/><br/>She mouths the name silently, then makes her way carefully, long legs as awkward as a newborn foal toward that sound.  When she sees him-- it's not him, in her mind, for a moment or two.  It's the thing before, the terror and the presence, it's being caught doing something terrible by something terrible itself.  Then she recognizes him, and the relief is fleeting, but desperately strong<br/><br/>"Oh my god, Robert, I'm so scared--" a smudge of grime on her pale, thin face, her hair mottled with damp patches, she reaches out with her long, chipped-nailed hands.  "I'm... fine, I'm not hurt.  I can't breathe here--" her throat feels burned, like when she'd smoked the filter of one of her mother's Newports by accident.  She doubts she'll ever smoke again... a displaced thought amid the surreal reality.  "I don't know.  There... that<i>man</i>," (if she can) she squeezes Robert's shoulders, her slim fingers fiercely strong, "he wasn't a man, was he?  The others are gone, this this isn't the school, I don't know where we are."  She bites off the words, making out the glimmer of his eyes in the dark, and suddenly knowing that they will need each other to survive this.<br/><br/>"There's something up ahead of us," she shrugs, biting back tears and settling herself with a stinging breath.  "I saw windows, or something.  It's a way out... I think.  We've got to go there, we have to find help.  Okay?"