[center][h1][color=goldenrod]FY-1427-AP - Cafeteria[/color][/h1][/center]
For having just tossed a man it was surprising that no one else made a move. Was it that surprising? Suppose it was given her size. A few people spoke but not much was really said. [color=goldenrod]"You don't know either, do you?"[/color] How odd that the lot of them were all in the dark. Taking out the journal she wrote down a couple notes on a free page. [color=goldenrod]"What's the last thing anyone remembers?"[/color] Not expecting anyone to get in her way at this point she began walking forward to the doors of the cafeteria. 

She was looking down at the notes as she walked in. She was hungry, literally not knowing the last time she'd eaten. Someone may have tried to stop her but she didn't notice. Her eyes drifting up her steps slowed and then stopped. What was... Who did this? For having just woken up with nothing the scene almost didn't have context. There were only two others still living there in the room. One was wearing the same clothes as her and seemingly had no response to the carnage. The only other was a man sitting casually and eating. Adelina could swear there was a ringing in her ears. If it weren't for the overwhelming smell of cleaning products mixed in the air the smell of blood would have been overpowering. The one thing that kept her stable was survival instinct. One never knew when their next meal might be. In that situation you better be ready for it. Was this something she had to do in her previous life?

What seemed like hours was mere minutes. Letting the air hiss out of er lungs Adelina resumed walking forward. She could ignore the scene for now. What can one do for the dead? Someone killed them though and she doubted the spacey one did it. Putting a hand on the table that the man was sitting the teen leaned forward. [color=goldenrod]"Where did you get that?"[/color] She was referring to the bowl on the table. She was however ready to throw the table in the mans face if he made the wrong move.