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Rien had been trying to process exactly what was going on – why people were coming out of the building covered in blood. And the smoke smell certainly wasn’t coming from their cigarettes. It wasn’t a good situation. They generally didn’t care about much but they weren’t in a rush to just throw away their life by staying here.

“I’ve gotta agree with that,” Rien just gave a nod, looking just a little bit cheerful than before. They still seemed a lot more relaxed than they should in this kind of situation. “I certainly don’t have a death wish.”

They didn’t know what was happened but they knew if it was the case of someone going crazy they didn’t stand a chance. And safety in number, or something. Though the safest course of action was to probably just hike right out of there. Rien certainly wasn’t planning to stay. 

“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here.” Rien was quick to start going in the direction Claire had been about to head in, expecting the taller girl to follow.