[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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building 2 (mess hall)--->building 7[/centre]

Niesha did her best to find what was needed for Sophia to do...whatever it was she needed to with the grease trap. What even was a grease trap, except to...catch grease? Jeez, such simple measures that now seemed...exotic after the three years since all hell broke loose. She shook her head, and for a moment she had to wonder...if things had been normal, would she have found Sophia? It seemed a moot point, and yet...Niesha swallowed, and decided that that would just lead to a headache. it didn't matter. All that matter was that they had each other now. 

After searching for a time, she returned to Sophia.She felt quite helpless in this sort of thing, always just taking it for granted...the small things, the things that had made their generations the best, and the worst, were just...gone, and they had to make their way through a world that was a shadow of its former glory. Pondering that thought for a time, Niesha approached Sophia. 

She smiled suddenly, at the imagine she portrayed. Reaching up, Niesha had to go slightly on her toes, she wiped the grease of Sophia's forehead, although she was sure both of them would be covered in it before the nights end. [color=fff200]"Miss Sally doesn't know where glue is, so i'm going to go with Meg, see if she knows where any is..."[/color] She told her, not wanting to simply leave Sophia waiting, and wondering where she was, before she hurried off to find Meg in the rec centre, deciding she didn't really want to risk going to the infirmary. Every time she went in there, she tended to tick someone off in one way or another. 

She approached the rec hall, entering it, and looking about for Meg