<div class="floatright">(http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/J/JO/JOL/JOLIEJESS/1271376888_7043_full.jpeg)</div><br/>http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16406?message=true (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16406?message=true)<br/><br/>Aori stayed very silent during the trip, not saying much of anything, not really listening.  It seemed like everyone was already forming a sort of a plan, so they didn't really need her help.  That was appreciated; it meant that she could just stop and think.<br/><br/>Of course, she'd already told herself that she couldn't let herself just stop, but it wasn't so easy.  Even just going through the city, all the death and destruction was overwhelming.  She kept trying so hard to look away, hugging her legs and looking down at the floor, but her eyes kept on trailing back to the carnage without her consent.<br/><br/>Why did it have to be like this?  Why did everyone have to die?  She was supposed to have a bright and beautiful future ahead of her.  So many of the teachers had promised that.  So much of her life, she'd been told how pretty she was, how graceful and elegant, and smart to boot.<br/><br/>The world didn't really need smart people, pretty people, graceful people.  So many people were just now dead.  It didn't make any sense that she was still alive when the others were either being eaten or eating the others.  The only thing that made sense was that she was going to die as well, that fate just had to catch up with her.  Was she going to become a zombie or just be completely dead?  Which one did she want?  Was there really any difference?<br/><br/>By the time she made it inside, she found herself a quiet little corner without a chair, somewhere that she wouldn't be easily noticed.  She couldn't make herself stop crying, but at least she could stay out of the way, let other people handle everything and keep herself from being a bother to everyone.<br/><br/>She didn't want to start screaming, or slow everyone down, or scare anyone.  Nothing good ever happened in the movies when someone started breaking down, but she couldn't help it.  The best thing she could do was for no one to notice her for a while.