[b][center]Chris[/center][/b]

She caught the end of the conversation as she waited for someone to answer her, fidgeting more the longer it took for someone to speak up. Tony was never much of a people person, but in times like these, he would not stray very far from the group. So where was he now? Chris soaked up the conversation nonetheless. There were cars in the town, though those probably already had their fuel siphoned. But a fuel drive meant these people did not plan on staying at the farm forever. Chris could agree to that.

Her eyes shifted to Mercy as the conversation slowed, and she watched the other woman approach the farm owner. Only when she could not recall the man's name did Chris remember that she had been unconscious for the past two days. She eyed him cautiously – did he look sick to anyone else? The flu was the last thing this place needed.

Finally, someone answered her question; that girl who Chris vaguely recalled hugging Mercy the day they found the farm. Her eyes followed Ash as she stood up, then darted to her fingers when she snapped them. [b]“Not sure whether it's the same guy but Dog mentioned that someone was up with Cat in the attic... Techy boy?”[/b] A hazy memory of a brutal man and a tortured dog struck her like a bullet. A look of horror flashed across her face. She spun on her heel and darted out of the kitchen.

Chris tore up the stairs; Tony was alone with that psycho. The perfect target, her harmless idiot best friend. She whirled around the bannister at the top of the stairs and flew up the second flight. She threw open the attic door and her eyes fell on the sight of Tony limp in Cat's tight grasp, his twin hunkered over them. She absorbed the scene in the briefest of moments, horror quickly replaced by rage, before she threw a punch at Cat's face.