[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]
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[centre][b]location:[/b] Newman, infirmary[/centre]

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Niesha could feel the hysteria just rise continually, building up and spilling over in so many different ways. Challenging someone she knew nothing about, except for being grumpy and a jerk?l, was probably not a good idea. Nor was it a good idea to do so in a place she could easily be thrown out of. She couldn't stop herself. It had always been so. Things would just build up, until they spilled over in ways Niesha couldn't foretell. And she couldn't do anything about it. 

When Richard moved to her, Niesha recognized the threat, remembering the attack only the day before, and automatically reached for an arrow, her bow, before remembering she didn't have this things. She was too slow to adjust, to slip into the basic self defense everyone knew, and before she knew it, she was on the ground, her vision fading in and out for a moment before her body gave up the fight for consciousness. The darkness descended, and for a time peace, the emotions fading as she sunk deep. 

It didn't last long. She rose to consciousness slowly, like a balloon rising into the sky. She floated up, up, up, her mind fuzzy as it tried to process what had happened. The first thing her mind recognized was that she was restrained. 

The scream ripped through her throat as if she was being attacked by an axe wielding maniac. Suddenly she was five years old, and experiencing what she imagined her brother must have. The scream was child-like, filled with the terror only a child could feel, as she bucked against the restraint, probably doing more to hurt herself then anything else. 

The tears stung her eyes, spilling over in great fat drops, washing away dirt, dust, and whatever else that had accumulated on her face since her last full wash, and she sobbed. One name was repeated over and over as she struggled. [color=fff200]"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry..."[/color] a name she hadn't uttered in so many years, each uttering filled with nearly twenty years of grief and fear. 

She was hog tied, in a world filled with dead who wanted nothing more then to eat you. She was further from finding her brother then she ever had been before. If there was no hope before the end, what hope was there now? As the bonds chaffed her skin, she seemed not to feel the warm blood, the pain. It was nothing compared to the shattering within the very essence of her heart and soul. 

[color=fff200]"Sophie..."[/color] her voice raw, it was no longer child liked but still filled with pain. Whether emotional or Physical it was hard to tell. 

It was her fault the other woman had been bitten. If she had watched...if she hadn't drawn so many to that house fire...if she had told Sophie to take the horse with Astrid, would Sophie be lying unconscious, one handed? You couldn't tell the future and apparently the past would always haunt you. 

She faught against the restraints, trying to break them but a weakness seemed to have taken over her body, and she wasn't able to. She caused more damage to herself then the restraint, and she began to hyperventilate as it became clear to her that she couldn't get free, [color=fff200]"oh god"[/color]