The Den @vanbruntz
It's bad enough she doesn't know where Jordan is, or if he's alive. It's worse-enough that she doesn't know ANY of the people she's in here with.
"What the hell was that?" says a man as he hauls heavy items against the door. "They all just turned on us!"
"And what the hell was that... thing? You all saw it, right?"
Sadie saw it. Sadie saw it and she can't get it out of her head, the way it moved, the way it was there but wasn't there all at the same time. She'd been carried away by the fleeing crowds, dragged away from her husband mid argument as the chaos had descended and forced them out of their car.
The pounding at the door seems to stop, and the two go searching about. The Den is a rage room, and rage rooms have things to smash things with, things to wear for protection. Sadie should help, but she's frozen in a bit of panic. There's a girl nearby, who looks out of her comfort zone in the opposite direction. "You okay?" She asks, "I'm Sadie," she says - "Do you have any idea what's going o-"
And then there's a scream from the equipment room. One of the people comes running out screaming, hands covering his face where blood gushes from between his fingers, splattering the inside of the visor of the helmet he's wearing. Easton stares at him as he runs headlong into a table, falling over and bleeding out onto the floor. Her eyes stare at the widening pool of blood, before tracking up to the other girl, then to the door where the other screaming survivor's gone silent.
"Uh..."
