Cosplay girl engaged in the battle of her life, battling on even with that gruesome wound marring her side. Seeya, Cinderella. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten. So here they were, running for their lives as a spear-wielding girl in a ballgown bravely faced a shadowy abomination the size of a large truck. Winnie sprinted along with the other girls. 
Was she scared? Kinda. Probably? Winnie preferred not to have what-ifs cloud her thoughts. Actions spoke louder than words, and it certainly wasn’t going to be words that got her ass and several others’ asses to safety. Under simpler circumstances, she wouldn’t have left cosplay girl behind. The guilt would have nagged her for long after. But this was life and death. She wanted to get home. She wanted to watch the new Steven Universe episode that was airing tomorrow. She wanted to make sure that her sister would get through her final year of school without completely breaking down. So she ran.
The other girls seemed just as frantic as Winnie, if not more. One girl dropped a figurine in her hurry. Winnie picked it up, hoping she would live long enough to return it to her. The loud Hispanic looking one helped the Indian girl to her feet and ran with her. Winnie decided to help.

[color=7bcdc8]“Hee-yup!”[/color] she grunted with effort, taking up the other side of the girl.

[color=7bcdc8]“Westwards we go then! By the way, my name’s Winnie. Hopefully we’ll live long enough to hang out sometime!”[/color]

One arm holding a figurine, the other one holding a girl, and her back still bearing the burden of her schoolbag, Winnie ran with the others.