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Thirteen honestly didn't know how or what to feel. The woman with the number nine tattoo had gone on a shooting spree and fire five times before anyone else had a proper chance to react. Heads exploded as one of the girls got decorated and redecorated with blood and gore simply just being too close to the poor fools that had their heads blown to smithereens. Another one of those shots hit a guy in the arm, and the last shot missed. At the rate she was going, Thirteen didn't think that the woman was even going to miss. It didn't look like she would. 

One of the soldierly-looking guy stopped his fellow comrade from escalating the conflict further by grabbing his gun down, acknowledging the fact that they were now outnumbered and out skilled. A smart move. Hell, Thirteen still didn't know what the hell was even going on.

Thirteen didn't really have much to think about anything else as a sharp crack filled the air as the girl could see what looked like fog..or what that smoke crawl its way into the narrow congested room that was now filled with both the living and the dead. As more of that fog filled the room, visibility in the room dropped rapidly and soon enough she was even having problems seeing right in front of her. All she could see was the rough outlines of the people in front of her, and the thought of getting lost in here frightened her greatly. She did not want to get lost here alone.