With Thermo alongside her journey, Rhea managed to ascend to the senior rooms with a few zombies knocked away by her iron pipes.  For the most part of the journey, Rhea had always avoided any fatal attack but when the news of the twins' death reached her ears, a dark void began to surge within her.  Instantly, memories of the ones who had died in front of her began to haunt her mind.  The blood, the tears, the cries and the nerve-wrecking moment when their final breaths would leave their lips, overrode her psyche to the point where her body felt hot and jumpy; revenge would only be the only verdict now.  With a guttural scream of horror and fury, Rhea dashed towards one of the last few zombies blocking the way towards the senior dorms, forcibly launching the two iron pipes towards them, impaling the cadavers to the walls with a sickening splat.  She burst through Rose's rooms, realizing that the senior titan's room was in shambles, Rhea got to work on finding anything, just anything that could do more damage than a mere iron pipe.  After a few minutes of snooping, she finally found a japanese katana, probably one of Rose's favoured weapons since the titan did excel in swordsmanship alongside her martial arts prowess.  She unsheathed the blade, realizing that the faint vibration upon pulling out the sword was similar to that of a melody of death-- for those damned zombies, specifically.  Suddenly, she heard Tulip echo to her communicator, telling them to avoid killing any more of those monsters.  [color=aba000]"Negatory dat, Tulip."[/color]  Rhea responded as a few bladed zombies came shambling towards her.  [color=aba000]"Dey killed Lock and Load...  true, dey ain't no demons but dey ain't no humans either... not in my book, they ain't."[/color]  With that, Rhea swung the blade in a wide arc with her empowered strength.  

All she could see was red and darkness; she wanted to blame herself.  She wanted to put all the blame on herself but, for some reason, three faces appeared in her mind almost too forcibly.  Sentinel, he who sped away without a second thought, leaving his team behind to die.  Tulip, he whose consciousness would never be able to understand the pain of losing a comrade when you were there to witness them die.  Finally, Evan... he whose arrogance and deceit left them with none of the strongest titans remaining.  Oh, how she wanted to tell herself that everything was her fault but, no... she was just human.  [color=aba000]"Be sendin' my regards to hell, you sons of bitches."[/color]  Rhea cussed, noticing that after she had beheaded the first wave of cadavers, another set barged inside the room.  Oh, yes, bring it on...  Rhea would never satisfied until a river of heads would roll.  The enraged healer swung the sheath with much force, sending a resounding blow to her foes, a great torrent of emotions fuelling her every attack.

The zombies were knocked back a few inches but were undeterred as they continued on their rampage.  Rhea eyed the bed beside her and, with a few breaths of preparation, she lifted the entire furniture and threw it towards her opponents, pinning them against the room before plunging the katana into the wall and slashing it horizontally, slicing their necks off.  As she stepped out of the room, the empowered zombies began to attack her from all sides as she tried her best to stay alive.  Slowly but surely, bits of her clothing were beginning to get torn up as wounds were inflicted on her body, although, the incisions healed almost too quickly due to the trillions of cells pumping through her system.  The pain that coursed all over her body was welcomed by the healer, believing that the pain would help her atone for her inability to protect Lock and Load; the pain would help her not to blame the three dumbbells.  But, no, after each incision was dealt to her, she would only remember the three boys, blaming them for the wounds on both her soul and body.

Finally, after what seemed to be ages, the last zombie fell at her feet.  Rhea looked terrible, her own blood staining her shredded robes with crimson liquid.  Her nerves were too frayed to even care for the blood that covered her figure from head to toe.  She noticed the zombies that Tulip had restrained as a twisted smile crept up on her face.  Her lips parted as her voice sang a melody she knew all too well from her childhood.

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[color=ed1c24]“Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head,
Chip chop chip chop – the last man’s dead.”[/color]
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As Rhea began walking down the steps, she left behind her a trail of the restrained zombies, their heads rolling on the floor.  It seemed that something else was attracting the cadavers; there was someone much more important than them.  It didn't take a genius for her to know who it was though.  She saw a zombie at her feet as her eyes glared at the writhing restrained cadaver; after a few seconds, the katana was swung high as the head rolled away from the body.  [color=aba000]"Scum..."[/color]  her lips spat out with much venom.  Finally, she saw Thermo once more.  Her eyes were blank and cold, her mind suppressing her emotions or else... she would be a whimpering pile of mess by now.  Beside, Thermo was Static... supposedly, a good sight but for Rhea, he was nothing; she felt nothing.  She had sworn that none of her comrades would suffer while she was alive... for her to fail so quickly was too much for the healer to bear.  [color=aba000]"Thermo, I think I done somethin' bad.  I couldn't save dem and, now, I be killin' dis people."[/color]  Rhea mumbled, the katana gripped firmly in her hand.  [color=aba000]"If I can't save anyone... what am I good for?"[/color]  Her shaking shoulders betrayed how much in shambles she actually was, her teeth biting her lower lip to such an extent that sanguine liquid dripped out of it.  

[i]What am I good for?  What am I even worth for?  Should I even be a titan?[/i]