[@TheHangedMan]
As the boy pick her up she began to squirm and and yell. Though all her attempts to free herself had fail and was easily overpowered. As they he ran away with her the adrenalin began to fade and her thoughts became clearer. She had realise that she had killed four, or was it five...people? Whatever it was killing was not in her nature and she began to feel extremely nauseous and quickly went limp. She moaned out at him, [color=662d91]"I don't...feel...so good..."[/color] She was still loosely holding the revolver in her hand unconsciously. After a few seconds the question registered and she responded, [color=662d91]"Yea I have friends...there...around."[/color] Unfortunately she didn't realize that she said this in german. Things began to slow down, or speed up, she couldn't tell. The boy spoke some more but nothing registered to her, all she did was moan and stare off into space. She began softly mumbling [color=662d91]"It hurts."[/color] in german as they past through the halls.