She screwed up. Her entire life, as of yet, had been full of mistakes and bad decisions. But in between those she made some really good choices and great memories, which had her believe that when it came to it she would make the right move. In the end, what she had left behind was more than just a bad decision. She had screwed up. Lu'Ella didn't listen to her, she didn't go home, and like always, was late. 

Her toxic green manicured nails, that held together better than her relationships, shined against the dim burn of the cigarette. Lu'Ella stood off and away from the others as she smoked half listening, half lost in thought. She knew what they were all going through. Knew the emotions that are held in each of them. She, even, knew the steps to help everyone's mental state. But her own mind prevented her from being rational. From keeping the same mind set she had before. Working in the psych ward prepares you to react to some crazy shit, but when a hell falls in your lap…. Well, there's no teaching for that. Lu'Ella's eyes close listening to the bravado thrown around by the group consumed with immediate regret as the flashes of memories danced behind her eyelids. Her beautiful silk red hair splayed around her distorted face. It was a twistedly beautiful scene that rotted the mind and infected the soul. Her hair was originally blonde, but so soaked in her own blood if one didn't know her they would have presumed it naturally red. The cigarette falls through her fingers in a shudder as a scream threatens to choke her.  

Looking to the others talking over guns, Lu'Ella stepped on the cigarette quickly and walked to her bag with the tempting clear liquid requesting to be tasted. Fuck. She needed a drink. To distract herself she joined the conversation.

"We're a beacon to the crazies right now. How many of us? Fifteen? Huddled together talking and strategizing. We're a massive group of lucky sons of bitches. If we all head out at once it's a higher chance of being seen. We all have our own family and friends we need to get. With that, I'm-"

pausing momentarily as though to just realize that there was no one for her anymore her friends final words sealed in her next destination, 

"leaving."

Getting up as she talked to discharge any built up emotions Lu'Ella said good bye to the ones she once called coworkers and headed for the one place- to one person - that her friend told her to go. 

[color=red]Fifth and Durum. Father McCarthy.[/color]