[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FFD9E9]Allison Andrews[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m32a5cnwhz1r5ruse.gif[/img][hr][color=FFD9E9][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Garage
[color=FFD9E9]{[/color][i]"I totally need a grande mocha nonfat double espresso latte right about now..."[/i][color=FFD9E9]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]

Allison was a bit miffed that Guin didn't respond to her, but she was happy to hear Carolina wanted to go to Starbucks with her. Of course, they would survive this. They were a strong team! Nothing could take them down. Not even some stupid illusion.

And then, her world was shattered. Despite the reception not being the greatest, as Allison stepped into the elevator following the others, she heard the words over the comm.

Oshea was dead.

No, that had to be a mistake. Surely he would have ran as fast as he could from any danger. He couldn't be dead. He was so strong! So kind! No, it was a mistake. Allison debated it in her head as tears began to well in the corners of her eyes. He had to be alive. He had to be!

Allison felt herself on the verge of a breakdown, but she couldn't let that happen. Not yet. She couldn't let her friends down, even though she wanted to do nothing else but curl into a ball and weep. She wouldn't let that happen. Finish this mission first, and then she would lose it.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying not to let it show too much she was hurting. [color=FFD9E9]"I'm ok."[/color] That was all she said. Motormouth herself was stunned into almost radio silence.

Her cheeks burned. Her eyes hurt. But she wouldn't back down. Now more than ever, she wanted to stop this virus. And she wanted to punch someone!