Nemo was trying very hard to keep her cool while putting pressure on the stranger's wound to slow the bleeding.

"Shit! No, don't pass out!" She looked around desperately for someone who could help.

In a heartbeat, she saw nothing but red, and felt a strange sense of vertigo. Then, she was being crushed by piles of... something. She couldn't tell. Panicking, she managed to dig herself out and, finally seeing what was trapping her, her heart nearly stopped.

Bodies. Human bodies. Her classmates. Everywhere.

That was the first thing she noticed. The second was the oppressive heat. Nemo struggled to breathe, both from the temperature and the panic.

In a daze, she looked down at herself. She was wearing the same clothes, but they were smeared with fresh blood. The blood of people whose faces she had seen almost every day at school.

She took a step, slipped, and fell, sliding to the bottom of the pile. She wanted to scream, but her throat had closed up and no sound would come out. She just stayed sitting on the ground and hyperventilating, with tears flowing from her eyes.

She hadn't even noticed that she had been crying.

@Jaded@neogreggory@Cruallassar@PrinceAlexus@Ciaran

Victoria saw the bodies. So many bodies, she did not know many of them being absent alot previously due to ill health but a few stuck painfully remembering and seeing thr bodies piled high.

Sweinf Emily's aproach, she seemed to be holding up far better than most of them

"well we not in kansas any mo..."

The shock soon began hit harder and zoned out, unable to process quite how much death had just happened. Realising her sister was not in the group Victoria and grey eyes quickly filled with tears.

"Mali.... Oh God Mali... Please... Please of not been at lunch."

Seeing thr younger girl fall she saw she was not only one struggling and made her way round to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, functioning purely on shock and adrenaline tears flowing and riality hitting hard in wave after wave.

"hey. We all... Taking it hard.. Come on."

Holding the younger girl into a gentle hug. The blood staining darker patches on mid lengh jacket but it was already bloody, same with her legs. Skirt. Top, the blood just got everywhere. She was uncomfortable, not always a warm person to strangers but the younger girl with the strange name was in a even worse state than she was.

@Jaded@neogreggory@Cruallassar @Ciaran@knifeman

Junks was smiling for some strange reason. His eyes still burned horribly but a realization hit him
If I really am in hell. I just got away with all that. He realized his ring was gone and swore. Then he noticed something else: The cripple was here. So was the kid he stabbed.
Did he really get off?

Still holding the girl. She seemed to be on the verge of having a breakdown, it was cold to admit but they needed all the help they could get, and she needed help.

Looking over she saw that Junks still alive. Of all the people who died he had somehow made it here nigh unscathed. Devil looks after his own it seems. The ring was gripped tightly in her hand, having exploited the pepper spray shock. Victoria might have been a cripple, but her mind was not. Quick thinking and problem solving was a skill illness had not robbed her of.

Giving him a very old british middle finger salute. It was well earned, was it this place. A strange anger... She wanted to hurt him... More than her anger should had been..

"seems you returned home junks."

@Jaded@knifeman

Nemo was a fucking mess. She gladly accepted Victoria's hug, trying to even out her breaths and furiously wiping at her eyes. She was feeling a lot of things: confused, sad, terrified, but mostly frustrated. Even though she logically knew that anyone would break down and cry in a situation like this, she was angry at herself for reacting the way she did. Especially in front of other people. She cursed under her breath and tugged at her hair, trying hard to pull herself together.

She heard Victoria say something, but it just sounded fuzzy. She couldn't focus on anything around her.

@PrinceAlexus@Jaded

Victoria smiles weakly as she calmed down a bit and her own worries where almost overwhelming her but kept it together for thr younger girls sake and wiped her tears away slightly and quite abit of make up with it though the tears where hardly stopped.

"that's it. We all had a huge shock."
She tried to sound calm but a sad note was obvious and her eyes where useless as hiding her turmoil. Sadness and own shock at events.

Keeping a arm round Nemo, she nudged a bit of hair out her face with very pale and slender hand. Smaller than the girl by a good few itches the angle was not the easiest.
"I got ya"

It did not sound totally convincing, but she had to help the girl, despite her own icey temperament at times, she felt she could not leave her to break down alone.

Glancing round sadly she saw some others who had made it, and thr bodies. Always the bodes. Emily. Well her reputation was coming in handy. Junks. Hell was where he deserved. She could not hide she was taking it badly, but the girl with the strange name was far worse.

@knifeman
@Jaded
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@PrinceAlexus
Junks noticed the old salute and smiled, He figured while he was her he'd best exploit it.
Starting from the top of his pile he went through everything on those bodies
Watches, Cell phones, Money. Hell, he even took some less crispy clothes and a backpack. By the time he was done he'd accumulated a rather large sum of cash, 10 watches, and at least 20 cell phones. Junks hear lost his ring but it seemed he'd still lucked out.
Maybe Hell isn't that bad.

Hearing people moving about below Greggory, still pressing the hot blade against himself, raised his free hand, shouting out in response to how shocking everything was, "You can bloody say that again!"
Pulling the blade away, it stuck slightly to his skin, and Greggory winced again as he pulled/ripped it away from his fragile flesh. Staring at the knife Greggory fiddled with it until he figured out how to both retract and extend the blade, then pocketed the knife. It was left inside him, and with the person who put it there busy looting the fallen Greggory figured that made it his. Tying his blood coated shirt around his waist to hide the wound Greggory pulled himself up and half ran half stumbled down the hillock of corpses.
"So... Anyone have any idea what just happened?" Greggory asked optimistically.

Michael finishes his chapter and closes his book with a thin whap of paper coming together. Standing up, he starts walking toward the others. "Welp, all I know right now is this is a way more eventful lunch period than I had planned. My compliments to the school event coordinators. Now, who has a guess as to the way out?" He looks around the delightful hellscape to see what there is to see.

Junks had left his pile looking like a new man. He wore slightly less crispy clothes: A hoodie, a flat billed hat stating something burnt out and some boots he found a size too big. He was cool with the boots becauer he had emote so many like that. He looked like slightly miss matched trash. He was content with this Hell until a giant winged creature flew overhead, Darkening the scene, it screetched but left the group alone.
He figured this was his time to run.
"It was nice knowing you guys!" with that and a wave he started running.

Greggory was patting himself down, ensuring that aside from the stab wound that he was alright. He was going to give some sarcastic remark regarding the way out before a dark shadow passed overhead, giving Greggory pause. Then the bastard that had stabbed Greggory moments earlier shouted and ran off. Greggory raised his hand and began to mumble a warning about sticking as a group but already the git was a ways off.

Crossing his arms Greggory states, "Well, we could go that way, maybe there's an elevator or something. He seems certain enough about it." While nodding towards the thief as he grows farther and farther away. "Though, for the sake of avoiding burning exhaustion perhaps we should walk rather than run." Taking a deep breath of the stifling air Greggory continues, "That said, methinks introductions are in order, at least for my sake. I'm Greggory, I'm sorry in advance for forgetting your names."

Victoria struggled to mask her disgust as she grabbed a less bloody back pack, throwing out the books and forcing her self to grab some useful things from thr mass. A knife, can of pepper spray, some water and other bits that might come in handy. Finding a tablet computer and a clean hoody and such she loaded them into the bag, it fed disgusting raiding the dead but she had no choice.

Looking over to Nemo and michael she saw both where in a bad way but leaving them, they needed to stick together. Turning to Nemo first and moving thr last hair out her eyes with a gentle hand. Small, very pale with a red mark from the attack in lunch hall. Placing a hand on her shoulder for emphasis.

"we need to get out of here.. I'm much as mess as you! ... We lingered too long!"
Looking at Michael, she did not know him but he seemed hurt, that was it he was stabbed by the hobo kid.

"hey. Names Victoria Romus. And we need to get away from here!. I'm not fastest.. And that things coming closer.

Nodding over to Emily's, she was sure she would understand fully, she was a mess, blood stained, make up half wiped, stained by tears but somthing forced her to carry on and try and get out of this place.

"best chance if we stick together. And I can,t do it alone."

Making her way to cover. She saw a way leading to wherever it lead, but it seemed less exposed than the spot they where in she made her slower pace away toward the more enclosed area where less exposed.

Victoria knew junks had every advantage, she had very few, but she had to try and get somewhere else. That monster above did not bode well for lingering.

@Cruallassar@knifeman@Ciaran

Finally feeling her heartbeat slow and her breath even out, Nemo looked up at Victoria and smiled, thanking her silently for the support. She scrubbed a hand over her face, muttering, "I'm okay. I'm okay," mostly to convince herself.

She stood, looking up at the huge beast casting a shadow over the group. She dug around in her backpack for her, thankfully intact, iPod. It was a strange thing to need in this situation, but music always made Nemo feel better.

When introductions started going around, she made a decision.

"My name's Nemo. Technically, my real name is Jarod but I prefer Nemo. For my own reasons."

She decided to trust these people with her preferred name, but she wasn't anywhere near ready to tell them the reason for it.

Nemo put in one of her earbuds and hit shuffle on her iPod. The song that came on made her laugh a little. It was too appropriate.

"Mama, we all go to Hell..."

@PrinceAlexus@neogreggory

Michael strides ahead to the side of the group where the hobo kid had run off. He too takes out an Ipod, though one with a speaker on it instead of earbuds, and searches for a song on it. "I'm Michael, and I think we should head in that direction. That other kid seems to have volunteered to take point, so he can scout out anything dangerous for us. Seems pretty fair all things considered." He hits play, and the lyrics of "If you're going through hell, keep on going don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it, you might get out before the devil even knows you're there..." started playing. "Any argument?"

Victoria laughed slightly, it felt alien, and somehow not real given what happened. The song... Irony.
Heading in the same direction as rest careful on the rocky ground as tey left the body pile. This place was not going to be easy for her.

Noticing Nemo, two names, assumed name. Well there obviously was a story but one she not tell for a while. Giving her a nod, she was coming round and seemed to be recovering now. Nemo. Victoria could guess easily thr idiots remarks.

"hello then Nemo, il save you thr Dory joke. I know the feeling with frozen..."

Sighing, her pale skin was gonna be great here, red, muggy, not exactly blend in even though it was only her legs exposed, a open mid lengh fitted coat that was snug to her slim figure.

Nothicing mchael her English accent turning disctictly harsher and more Russian.

"that hobo theif who mugs women... Yeah watch out for him.
No objections. Can we get moving... Not safe... And I'm not fastest"

Her ring was now hidden on person, it felt off balenced on her hand but it seemed despite years of no trouble it took one ass hole. She might wear it again if they got out of here. Despite her seeming cool, the shape above had Victoria freaked and getting moving seemed a very good idea.

@Cruallassar@knifeman

Junks had run so far he thought he'd gotten away.
Well
He kinda did.
He had outrun the group, Thank God.
But there's one thing he'd learned in Hell very quickly.
You are never safe.
He hit a giant waall
Or he thought.
The wall was a giant creature. A giant great one straight out of Lovecraft's wet dreams.
It looked at him and Junks screamed.
He ran back the other way.
"Wrong way!"
He ran back to the group and instantly wanted to turn back.

..Soon we'll be dead, To death we'll be wed
We'll slip on the ring, It ain't a big thing..

"Emily Karn. Oh, very clever - cauterising a stab wound by heating the blade of the weapon that caused it. Unfortunately, I doubt we'll have much longer to appreciate it." Emily approved of Greggory's plan, but not of Michael's. "I would consider that," she said to him, gesturing with her head towards the now-returning Junks "an argument."

Also, was the ironic music really necessary?

Apparently Jarod was really Nemo. Unsurprising, really, and with that Emily imagined she could get a good guess at what the reason for it was. In any case, it didn't matter much; either Nemo would or wouldn't explain, and in either case she'd do it in her own time.

Emily was about to take off headed in the same direction as Junks, but stopped herself. "Need a hand, then?" she said to Victoria. "I'm not inclined to leave one of the five people I can trust not to kill me in all of Hell. However, I'm also not inclined to die waiting for them."

Victoria saw Junks return running back and guessed that obviously that was not the way out of here. Maybe the opposite direction might be better choice.

"so not a good way then!"

Not quite linking all tne Nemo and Jarod thing together, she might reveal the truth in time and it made no good sense to cause more fallouts. It did not matter regardless of what, she seemed nice and also was human so a big tick given thr situation.

Hearing Emily's offer she nodded, much as somewhat embarrassed by having to ask, getting out alive was a more valuable priority than pride. She was slower. A liability in all honestly.

"please. I'd rather get out of here alive. I'm good with codes, logic tricks, hacking... The school caught me when I reset every screen saver to a egg making tea comic..

Letting Emily's help was faster and they needed to cover ground even though she was at least 9 inches shorter than Emily despite being older. Damned world never let her forget her problems. Despite barely knowing Emily personally bar reputation she trusted her and let her take some of her admitly light weight and lead away.

Responding quietly so only she could hear with accent softening to a English tone.

"thankyou. You seem trustworthy at least."

@Ciaran@Jaded

Michael nods solemnly at the quite well put argument to his specific wording of 'going in that direction'. He turns his music down to barely audible as it passes the appropriately ironic refrain into merely mundane country song lyrics. "Alright. New plan then...the opposite direction, and our resident expendable person still goes first." He looks pointedly toward Junks.

"Look, The only reason In agreeing to go first is because most you guys are pricks."Junks honetly wanted to get the hell away from everyone. If they ever reached the surface..He'd be fucked. If he'd ever see a path he'd think lead to the surface, He'd have to trick them.
He heaved a deep sigh and started walking down a rather beaten path.
"C'mon."