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[indent]Chaos erupted within the crowded and somewhat claustrophobic holding cell right on the heels of the orders given for their imminent deaths, with the additions of the quaking room, the fallen body of their not-so-late guard, and the loud, cracking gunshots only adding to the confusion. Everything was happening so quickly. [b]Everything[/b] was happening.

As the entirety of the scene played out - from the realization that their captors (under the guise of rescuers) were not at all immune to the virus that had gotten them all in that room in the first place, to the next few moments of victorious survival - Marla Miller had remained in the corner, having not moved from the moment she had been ushered inside. Her back was pressed so tightly between the two walls that it would have been a miracle if her body didn't come away from the position with a right angle along her spine. White, slender hands were clamped around her head, palms eclipsing her ears underneath her nearly white hair. The hazel-green, almond shaped orbs were wide, darting around the space with a mixture of fear and a strange irritation at the whole ordeal.

It wasn't until the few seconds of respite washed over the crowd at that one guy's heroic show with the gun he clearly did not know how to properly handle that Marla let her hands fall from her head. She immediately surveyed the room, observing the gestures of affection exchanged in the heat of survival. It didn't bother her much that she didn't have anyone to celebrate the relief with. In fact, she preferred it that way. After learning that she couldn't even look after a fourteen year old, it was probably best not to have another life to worry after. She could barely handle her own at the moment.

Straightening herself back up, Marla turned her gaze to find the unconscious guard in time to catch one of the females in attendance retrieve a lethal looking knife from the male's vest. [i]Huh... Probably a good idea.[/i] Then a thought occurred to her, and her eyebrow twitched slightly, as if it were going to cock upwards. Marla's eyes drifted from the man now in possession of the rifle, back up to the knife-holder's face, committing both to memory.[i] Or not.[/i] It wasn't a stretch for her to imagine the two getting infected and using those very weapons against the others in the place. She made a mental note to avoid them if she could. 

Her eyes fell again onto the fallen guard, zeroing in on the pistol still strapped to his thigh. [i]Check.[/i] Pushing away the hair that had fallen into her face, Marla began to move towards his body, nonchalantly weaving through or around her company just as another blonde-haired woman gathered the one with the knife into an embrace. She had just reached his position when they were hit with another emergency:

"The door!"

Marla's attention whipped to the entrance, whose slight opening was now straddling the muzzle of yet another rifle. [i]Oh, shi-![/i]

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S JOHNNNNNNNNNNNY!!!!!!!!" 

And Marla dived for the ground at the soldier's head as the crazy newcomer began open fire, her mouth wide open in a short, loud scream as she army crawled to the guy's thigh. Above her, feet were scrambling and bodies were hitting the ground; dead or alive, she did not know. All she knew was the cool metal of the gun handle at her fingertips. She ripped open the holster and snatched the firearm into her hands, holding it the way Abby had taught her to do so in the arcades.

But, unable to get a clear view of their predator because of the frantic scrambling of the crowd, and unwilling to take any civilians down because of it, she hastily lowered the gun. "Fuck! Fuck!" Panicking, Marla retreated back to the wall on her belly, pistol clutched tightly in her hand. She grabbed the soldier's vest in her other hand and heaved him up over her as much as she could, screaming as she did so, and proceeded to flatten herself as best she could behind his armor. She tucked the gun underneath her chin, cradling it there with her eyes shut tightly, just waiting for the chaos to end.
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