"Yep." Hazel said, not really registering Haley's words. "Get the skillet, hang these over your back." Hazel handed Haley the shotgun on her shoulder and the crossbow.

"Get yourself ready to carry him upstairs, I'm going to grab the first aid kit I found in here earlier." She jerked open the drawers and cupboards, not remembering exactly where she had seen it. While she did that she found matches, a couple lighters, some emergency candles, and stuffed those in her pockets next to the bullets. She was frustrated with women's clothing. Why the hell would couldn't women's clothing have bigger pockets?!

She found a shopping bag and filled it with knives- steak knives, bread knives, butcher knives, all the ones she came across while finding the first aid kit, which she found one the bag was half full. She grabbed a couple frozen items from the freezer- she didn't see what they were, and stuff those in the bag with the knives and first aid kit. After a moment of thought, she dropped some of the unsecured items in her pockets into the bag and slung it over her elbow.

"Grab his feet, they'll be lighter. And move [i]fast.[/i] We're going up the stairs and to the attic. Hopefully they haven't locked it on us." Hazel couldn't blame the others. She wanted to run upstairs and hide, too. But the fact that they had done it while she ended up staying downstairs made her angry. And the fact that it was totally unfair anger made her even more angry. 

Hazel grabbed Amos' upper body, hooking her arms underneath his arms and lifting him up. "Ready? Go!" Hazel started running once she saw Haley nod.