#plotdrop; bombs

[blissfulblaike]

It was like waking up in a horror movie -- she’d knew she watched too many of them. Her chest felt tight, but from what she could tell, she was okay. Though the screaming that found its way through the ringing in her ears as she pulled herself up, her hand gripping at her torso as white hot fire ripped through her, was something broken? She wasn’t a doctor. Wetting her bluish, pale lips, Blaike cast confused eyes around what was once the bumper car track. Coughing against the dirt and ash, she pulled herself to her knees, groaning as her body objected. “-- Is anyone.. is there anyone else in here? --- Are you okay?”

[sxmxnthxreichs]

She hadn’t known how long she’d been on her feet, how long she’d been trying to help, but it had been instinctual, the sounds of everyone she knew, and those she didn’t calling out for help had been all she’d ever been trained to deal with. Samantha’s head spun, the excruciating throbbing in her skull becoming more unbearable by the second. Cool liquid she could feel dripping through her hair was ignored completely, the ex cop refusing to admit any kind of defeat until her legs gave way under her weight. “--It’s okay..” She called out, the woman caught beneath the structure of one of the booths pained cries becoming hazy as she caught herself a moment before everything went black.