Monica sat and waited. It had been over three hours since the group was supposed to return. She assumed the worst. Suddenly, the sounds of rapid gunfire erupted from some somewhere close by. Looking through a nearby window, she saw figures erupting gunfire from an automatic rifle through the door of a house. Dear god, what had this place come to? She wanted to investigate. She simply [i]HAD[/i] to know what was going on. But she knew better. What if her team had come back? What if one of the shooters opened fire on her? Her scrubs wouldn't protect her from hot lead. Deciding the best course of action was to watch from a distance, she watched intently. She began to plan the whole thing out. She'd wait for the fighting to stop, and then make her way over. Grabbing a piece of paper lying around, as well as a convenient pen, she scribbled down: [i][color=fff200]"I'm at a house across the street, I'll be back soon. If I'm not back by morning, don't look for me. -Monica"[/color][/i] She watched  once more through the window as she began to gather her medical equipment. Maybe there'd be a survivor?