[center]Eira, [i]Mercy[/i]. South-East block.
Mech pilot: Medium armour, 2x.50cal, jets & supportsys.[/center]
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[i]Finally,[/i] Eira thought, relieved. [i]Away from that[/i] thing[i].[/i]

Not that what they thereafter encountered was all that much better. For someone who'd only first seen death not ten minutes ago, an expended battlezone was not the most pleasant surprise. Still, she maintained control without much duress; a corpse may be gruesome, but it isn't bone-chilling like seeing it in the act. Now, the men who had fought and failed for their lives were naught but flesh, empty and without value. A body was naught but an object, after all. As such, the sight of the bone-figures dragging them away did not disturb her: they were already beyond hope for saving.

Although, she couldn't help but wonder. What use did these mutated freaks have in mind for them? Were they merely being dragged away for consumption? Something in the back of her mind, something about the voices she'd heard, tickled her into thinking otherwise. [i]There's something horrible going on here, and I don't want to be around to find out what.[/i]

Wordlessly accepting this new soldier into their little survivor squad, she motionned him to hurry up so they could all get out of here. "What is that noise?" she asked him. "Who is that?"

She was [i]really[/i] hoping they wouldn't have to fight [i]another[/i] freak of nature. The others willing, she'd rather flee into the other alley than stand here and fight.