[b]November 3rd, 1:03pm, Unmarked CDC Facility [/b] [i](Collab between AnriuSB & finalcatharsis)[/i]

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Sounded the rusty sink tap as the young girl, who had just turn ten twisted it shut. She slowly returned to the table and continued her drawing. She had not spoken for weeks. She had vaguely noticed the voices that had called for her over the seemingly distant PA over that time, but she had not given them a second thought. No, the only thought that had swam throughout the ocean of this young girl's mind was [i]Why?[/i] Over and over it had circled, passing in and out of the recesses of her consciousness like the repetitive sequence of narcoleptic's sleeping patterns. Each time it returned to her a different ending was tagged to it. [i]Why am I here? Why was I left? Why has no one come? [/i] Perhaps the strangest part of this sequence of thought was how impartial she was to it. It seemed like she could not bring herself to muster up the motivation to search for the answer. All she did was her daily routine. Wake up, eat, draw, eat, sleep, wake up...

It was killing her,

but she did not know it.

So she droned on, continuously drawing a single circle on top of itself and having the same continuous circle of thought pass around her head. She could not escape it, she could not leave it. Just as she was stuck in this room, she was stuck on that table, unable to move, unable to-

*Click*

That sound was strange, it was different, it was [i]new[/i]. She was stopped in her tracks by it, almost startled even. Her head turned towards its origin. The door seemed to try and hide its guilt, like she would have done if Ivy had caught her doing something bad. She slowly stood up, keeping her eyes on the guilty door the whole time, and began to walk towards it. When she reached its face she grew anxious, even afraid. She stood, looking at the handle for a good long while, long enough for the events outside to calm down. In fact, the moment after everything had grown entirely quiet outside of the door, she happened to suddenly gain the urge to step out.

She looked up at the people who stood in the hall, resembling more of a frightened animal then a little girl. She saw a man on the ground, she wondered what he was dreaming about, and why he had picked such a strange place to fall asleep. She then looked past them all, noticing the red 'EXIT' sign at the end of the hall. She began walking towards it without a word. She stepped over the sleeping man without looking down, lucky for her she had not noticed his bloodied face and was able to remain oblivious to what had actually happened. Once over him she continued her walking, drawing ever closer to freedom...

[i][b]When Petra got back[/i] into her room she went straight to the chest of clothing at the foot of her bed.[/b] She pulled out a sweatshirt and pants. It wasn't sexy, but it'd keep her insulated in the cold, clinical corridors of the building. She couldn't get the word 'infected' out of her mind, or the sight of the dead guard in the hallway. Supposedly he was trying to kill the archer, possibly the others too, but was that really a reason to kill him? It seemed to have gone beyond self-defense and into straight up murder. And infected. Surely he couldn't have meant the hoax that was circling on Twitter her assistant had told her about? Zombies? Really? She'd have to wait until she got outside to see for herself. She sighed and pulled her hair back into a ponytail before returning to the hallway. She tried to do what the kid told her to, which was to stand still in the hallway until all of the inhabitants came out and they could go into depth about what was going on, but when she saw a little girl come out and almost immediately head toward the door, she was curious. And it's not like they actually perceived her as a threat, right? In the mean time, another woman had come out of her room and apparently tripped, but introductions could continue later.

Petra decided it was about time to go into full UN mode, especially with a child around. She did her best to put a on calm and confident expression. A few steps later she was standing behind the girl. She didn't want her to open the door. No one knew what was on the other side of it yet, and if there was a deadly and highly contagious infection going around, the little girl would be one of the quickest to contract it. Petra reached out in an attempt to brush against the girls shoulder. She didn't want to agitate her even further, assuming she was already very confused and maybe even scared.

"Don't go out there yet. I don't think it's safe." Most of her adult life Petra had wanted to adopt a child. Part of her job required being around children often, and while she tried her best to put herself in the little girls shoes, she herself was also slightly afraid and confused. All of them had just been released from a nine month imprisonment. There was going to have to be an adjustment period, however brief, before she could be her true self again -- if that even existed anymore. If the girl continued for the handle, Petra would grab her arm. She hoped she wasn't the only person in this place that had experience with children.