[b]Jessalyn - Catacombs - Floyd[/b]

Jess was surprise at Floyd's reaction. It touched her heart to see him so concerned with her and her injuries.

"It wasn't your fault," she insisted. "There was nothing you could do."

They didn't have much time to talk about it. It seemed like the catacombs were crumbing around them. Jessalyn was terrified of being buried alive.
But he was going to leave Lynn...
"We can't just leave her," she said, resisting his pull on her arm. "She's all I have left if you leav-..." she stopped herself before completing the sentence. If he left her... she would have no one...

He tugged her along anyway and she knew she couldn't fight him, he was stronger then her by far. She felt like a traitor, leaving Lynn behind to die.
Forgive me, she thought as they made their way out.

-outside-

Fresh air was intoxicating. The first breath of it filling her lungs was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced. The light of the outside world was uplifting and encouraging. They had made it. They had gotten out alive...

The sounds of fighting and screams faded as they moved away from the nightmare going on below their feet. It was almost peaceful on the surface, a light breeze blowing her hair, playing with the ends and making them curl.

Floyd's firm grip on her arm kept her from falling in relief and exhaustion. "Where... where are we going?" she asked. Whatever happened, she had confidence that Floyd would know what to do.

Tears stung her eyes and prickled her nose as she thought of Lynn. She wiped at her eyes, trying to stop. She didn't need to make things more difficult then they already were. Floyd didn't want or need her tears or her sadness.
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[b]Lynn - Underground - Tyler[/b]

Lynn smirked when she found her prey. This time there were no bars between them, none of his lackeys to stop her, no guns to hold her back.
His ass was hers.

"I tried to warn you Tyler," she said, coming closer slowly. "Your stubborn pride is what led to this. If you had just listened to me..." she trailed off and rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck. "But it's too late now. Now it all ends here. For both of us."

Reaching up, she pulled her top aside to reveal a nasty looking gouge in her shoulder. Her laugh was without humor. "Too many times in the arena. Got tired. Got slow. One of the rotting bastards nailed me."
She laughed again, a laugh tinged with hysteria. "And you know what's funny? I fucking loved you. I really did. With all my fucking heart. How stupid was I right? How pathetic?"
Her laugh suddenly stopped and her expression turned serious. "Lauren took your kid. Good thing too. She deserves someone who gives a shit about her, who'll raise her right. But at least you can die knowing she'll be taken care of."

She came closer, her eyes were beginning to change, to get a yellow look to them. "I fought the infection, waiting for the chance to take you with me. Before I turn into a mindless rotting corpse I'm going to infect you too, watch you slowly descend into despair like I have. So you can know the torture that I have been through for the past few days, to know what was happening to me and not be able to stop it."

She crouched, preparing to attack. "See you in hell babe."