[i]This stupid suit itches[/i] Nat thought to herself. The scratchy fabric did not feel good on her dry skin, and she couldn’t help but squirm as it rubbed against her arms. Her elbow brushed against the man standing next to her, “Sorry” she muttered through clenched teeth. Nat was antsy, the lights were too bright, the people around her smelled just as bad as she did, and there were armed guards surrounding them. Her hand raked through her dirty, uncombed hair and she started to separate it into three sections. Letting out a deep breath, she started braiding and unbraiding her long hair, it was a technique she had learned to help calm down. Lately, she had been braiding her hair a lot. 

Nat was slightly shorter than average, and she had to stand on her tip-toes to see above the heads of the people around her. Straining her neck, she tried to see anything that would help her figure out where she was. A lump formed in the back of her throat. Swallowing hard, she tried to not let her nerves get the best of her. Looking around, she noticed a guard, leaning against the railing. Nat watched him yawn and scoffed to herself, [i]must be rough[/i] she thought. She made eye contact and held his stare for a long while and smiled meekly at him. Eventually she turned away, pulling on the sleeve of the girl in front of her. “Do you know anything about this place?” She muttered nervously to the other survivor. 

"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeees and gentlemen! Thank you for visiting the Rig, we hope to see you again soon. WOOP WOOP!"

Flinching, Nat’s only thought was to grab the gun that had slid across the floor. Unfortunately, someone had beat her too it. Fortunately, he was a good shot for all it was worth. He sprayed the infected man with bullets and Nat watched him drop to the ground. “Да! Молодец!” She said with excitement, her heart pounding through her chest. A cold drop of sweat raced down her back. A rush of adrenaline had saved her from feeling the fear, but she knew it would sink in soon. 

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

[i] Блядь, Fuck fuck fuck [/i] was all that Nat could think to herself as she saw the gun in the crazed man’s hand. Thank god she was towards the middle of the crowd and not right in front. Dropping to a crouch, she frantically looked for something, anything she could use to her advantage. 

People fell around her, from the ground, Nat could see a blonde woman with shortly cropped hair. She could clearly see that her hand held a small gun. Without hesitating Nat dived onto her stomach and started to crawl through the sea of civilians towards her. The floor seemed to span a mile. Pushing through the bodies, Nat couldn’t even tell who was alive and who wasn’t. She made eye contact with a young girl, and tried not to look scared for the child’s sake. [i] Please, just let me get to her, please[/i] Coming up right at the blonde girls feet, Nat puffed short breaths of air through her lips and tried to move the body of the unconscious man off of her. “Дай! Дай!” She panted at her, forgetting to speak English in her frantic state. “Hurry, I hunt.” She hastily tried to explain to the girl. Without waiting, Nat grabbed the pistol from her hands, covered her up with the human shield once more, and crouched low to take aim. 

As the man moved through the room, everything for Nataliya went quiet. All she could hear was her own breathing. She took a moment, a split second in reality but an eternity in her mind, to steady her hands. The adrenaline was making her shake badly. She steadied her hands and took aim. From the way she was sitting, she could clearly see the infected man’s legs. Not wasting any time, Nat inhaled slowly and exhaled. She fired three separate shots, one in each leg and one more without aiming after he had fallen. Hopefully she hit him somewhere good.