Thalia didn't dare sneak a glance behind her should, knowing that the alien creatures moved swiftly behind her. She clutched her arm, one of them had pricked her roughly as she passed, her wound was most likely infected but for now all she felt was the burning pain of a injured limb. She continued to run, yelling for help in French and English every few moments. Her pepper spray was lost, and all she could do now was run, she could tell the aliens were calculating. They made noises and starting splitting up, she wondered what they were going to do, and she looked to the side, wondering if jumping was a better fate. [i]Suicide...murder....suicide...murder..[/i] She trailed off, how could she even think these things? She had to have some sort of faith...or something like that.