{{continued from No One Checks In Unless Their Name Is Smith }} Lyn sprang into alertness, the dull pain in her side making itself known once again. She almost fell asleep, didn't she? No. No, she couldn't go to sleep. If she went to sleep, she might not wake up again. That's how it works, right? Sh...

Huh? Lyn's senses were dulled as the pickaxe pierced through the girl's chest, not quite understanding the ramifications of what she'd done. Until the scream. The scream brought her right back to reality. The scream went right past her ears and straight to her brain. The scream went under her skin a...

There was someone calling out behind her, and then footsteps. The footsteps were getting closer. Lyn was tired, and her nerves were wearing thin, and she definitely wasn't thinking straight. So when she looked around to see a girl running towards her carrying a gun, only one thought went through her...

He's... He's... He's not going to kill her. He's backing away. He's turning the corner. He's gone. Lyn damn near passed out in relief, lowering the pickaxe a little bit. Screw this. She wanted a comfortable place to spend the night, but this shit just wasn't worth it. She was still shaken up by the ...

Lyn strode further into the building, turning down a hallway and coming to a stop when she heard voices coming from nearby. Dammit. Of course I wouldn't be the only one here. She wondered for a moment what she should do. She was too damn tired to go out and look for another place to sleep. Maybe she...

{{continued from They Could Have At Least Left Me Something }} Bluh. If Lyn had to pick any word to describe her current condition, it'd be that. She ran for quite a while after fleeing the hospital, not slowing down until it finally got dark, after which she wandered aimlessly for a while. Jesus Ch...

Shit. Shit. Shit. Lyn could already hear the commotion coming from the other room. She couldn't quite make out what was going on, but she had a feeling that the longer she stayed here, the greater the chance of someone bursting through the door and riddling her with bullets. She snatched up the pic...

"Oh crap! Oh crap, sorry!" Maria called out, trying to defuse the situation. But unfortunately, it did nothing of the sort as the boy pulled the trigger and... Ow. Maria felt like she'd been punched in the chest, wincing as she took a step back. It wasn't until she tried to take a breath t...

{{continued from Cheer Up, Emo Kid }} A hospital, huh? That sounds like a good place. Lyn Burbank trudged along, using her pickaxe as a somewhat unwieldy walking stick. Stopping for a quick break, she leaned up against a nearby tree, looking around at the landscape around here. Not bad to look at. P...

"Nope." She said. If she HAD ideas, she probably wouldn't be sitting around wondering what to do next. "I'll also tell you some areas where you can't go, handily enough these are called danger zones, and if you stay in them, there will be lots of lovely candy. Just kidding. You explod...

Okay, so ONE of them was apparently alright, and in fact didn't even have an effective weapon, as well as being willing to lend a hand (though it might be a little embarrassing to seek help about a hurt posterior. You might even say she was...BUTTHURT about the situation. ... "I'm sorry." ...

*WHUMP* It didn't take long for the inevitable to happen as Maria slammed right into the guy, practically bouncing off him as she stumbled backwards and fell right on her posterior. "Ow..." She groaned, wincing as it came to her knowledge that her butt hurt. A lot. She didn't think it'd hu...

"...I ain't gonna hurt you." Lyn wanted to believe that. She REALLY wanted to believe that she wasn't in the immediate vicinity of an aspiring killer. But even if he wasn't, she'd still feel a lot better with something in her hand with which to defend herself. Making her way to the top of...

Maria Graham had her fears, just like any other person. Spiders. Heights. The soul-crushing insignificance of her existence in the vast, infinite expanse of the cosmos. Mean British people. Getting kidnapped by terrorists and forced to participate in a deadly blood sport, though, was an unexpected o...

"Uhh..." "Hi." Huh? Lyn looked up and found herself face-to-face with a surfer dude. Who the hell is this guy? Lyn racked her brain and couldn't really come up with an answer. Maybe she saw him once or twice in the halls, but hell if she knew. She didn't really have much knowled...