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[sup][h1][center][color=black] R H Y S  H A Y E S[/color]
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[center][sub]Interaction with [@Sadie], [@Vanny] and [@Qia][/sub][/center]
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Rhys's resolvement to [i]not[/i] kick this woman in the face was wavering by the second. Would it be a dick move to slam his wet sneakers into a wounded employee? Yes. And it would most likely get him escorted of the premises if not arrested by the police. Would it ruin his chances with the woman who tried to save that very employee if he kicked her back into the pool? Very likely. His position, on his ass an leaning back on his two arms had his bad shoulder screaming in agony, causing Rhys to falter and ruin his attempt in getting up. Something just... wasn't right with this woman. Her eyes were cloudy white, she was snarling and biting at him. Thick saliva escaped her mouth and dripped on the tiles around the pool as she made her way to Rhys in a matter of seconds. The bystander effect was real, and no one came to help either him or the woman in front of him. 

Then the woman grabbed his foot, and Rhys suddenly couldn't give a rat's ass about spending time in a jail cell tonight. He wasn't chancing it. It was almost as if his leg was a delicious piece of prime meat, and she wanted to take a nice juicy bite out of him. It reminded him so much about those zombie movies. But that couldn't be real right? That couldn't possibly be something that could happen? He pulled his bare leg back and attempted to get up once more, but not before a whirlwind in a red dress drove the high heel he had admired on her before into the woman's head. He watched as he could see up close how the woman's face fell, followed by her body, in between Rhys's legs. It was like the world stood still as he stared at the heel protruding from the woman's skull. His gaze shifted to Delaney as she approached him and held out his hand. He took it, just in case he slipped but didn't put any weight behind it as he got himself upright. Stunned, and slightly in awe by his saviour, he nodded. [color=E59866]"Yeah, I'm fucking peachy. Are you? What the actual fu-"[/color] He was interrupted by a shout behind him, calling his saviour a murderer. Rhys' brows dipped in worry as he looked over his shoulder, subconsciously planting his feet more firmly to the ground as he placed his hands on Delaney's bare shoulders. 

No, she wasn't a murderer. The person yelling, they hadn't fucking witnessed what she and he had. His eyes went to the Japanese woman that had stood by the doctor earlier. Surely she must've seen the same and can back them up, right? Though, he didn't get time to ask as he got bumped in his bad shoulder, eliciting a grunt of pain from him, etching his face in agony. People around them were scampering to get away, and it quickly became a surge that was becoming dangerous. It didn't take long for the first person to fall, and the second person to walk over that first one like she was a goddamn welcome mat. There was chaos, but the chaos became madness when the mood suddenly shifted. Shouts of people to get out of here turned into screams of terror. 

In the sides of his vision, he saw a man jump another one and take... take a motherfucking bite. Like a zombie. Was this real? Were they on a prank show or some kind of sick science experiment where scientists wanted to find out the real and true reactions of people coming face to face with certain situations like a damn zombie apocalypse? His head snapped back to Delaney. [color=E59866]"We have to get out of here."[/color] Without thinking, he took her hand in his and firmly laced their fingers together. She would be incredibly easy to lose in the crowd, and this woman saved his life so he needed to find some way to repay her. He started a small jog, tugging Delaney along. He went past the Japanese woman from earlier. Who had ordered a Mai Tai and seemed so nervous at the bar, yet was the only one to offer her services to the doc while everything was going on. She looked like she was in a trance, pure shock on her face. [color=E59866]"Fuck."[/color] Rhys muttered to himself, knowing that he just couldn't leave her behind like that. 

He raised his hand in front of her face and snapped his fingers. [color=E59866]"C'mon, snap out of it! We have to go."[/color] His grip on Delaney firmed as more people bumped into them, and he knew he couldn't linger for long. Instead, he grabbed the wrist of the woman and tugged her along as well, heading toward the bar. There, he found the Japenese woman's Mai Tai bestie in a slightly less shocked state. The bartender was no more, and Rhys had to swallow down the bile that threatened to come up at the sight of it. Where the fuck could they even go? To the woman at the bar he half-shouted [color=E59866]"Does that bartender have any keys or whatever?!"[/color] to get over the chaos behind them, hoping the woman would spring into action. He looked over his shoulder to look out for oncoming danger. The keys may help them get into staff area's, where other they could possibly lock themselves in and find help. [/indent]