Flynn couldn't catch a break: she had arrived at the safehouse that night only moments before the horde attacked. She hadn't had the time to even talk to another person when the fearful screams and fleeing began. Although she the knew the drill at that point, she found herself frozen in the familiarity of the moment and shock held her still like a ball and chain. In her paralyzed state, another had knocked her over in his rush to get away. She had gasped, surprised by the strike, but it kicked her adrenaline into gear: she wasn't going to allow herself to be Zed-food. Unlike some of the safehouse's inhabitants, she had nothing or no one to leave behind so there was no question--she simply had to run. She followed others, readjusting quickly to a group mentality. 

It was a strange calm she experienced, arriving at the barn with other survivors. She had barely managed to get away, but she [i]did[/i] and she was surrounded by people. No one spoke to her, though. Everyone had gathered their bearings and lied down to rest. As she sat against a wall to follow suit, she found herself crying silently. Her brow furrowed and she wiped at her eyes, unable to place the tears. Unlike some of the others, she hadn't lost anything [i]more[/i] at the safehouse. She sniffled in the darkness--not the only one to be sure--and quietly calmed herself down as she drifted into a light sleep.

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[color=82ca9d][i]Bang, bang, bang![/i][/color]

Flynn flinched as she was awoken. From her seat in the corner she saw a lean and tall man yelling at the group. She sat up straighter, shoulders rolling. She had never slept in such an uncomfortable position and she bit back a whine as she stretched, hearing unfamiliar pops come from her body. Finally, she somehow managed to give the man her attention, but he was already wrapping up his... [i]warm[/i] awakening. She had never seen such aggression and it brought a small frown to lips, but she didn't find anything to argue against nor was she knowledgeable about the ins and outs of travel. Instead, she slowly stood up and looked around at the other survivors. It was a small group compared to how many had been at the gas station.