Katrina glanced back at the scene behind her, knowing that she could dull the pain for Dakota- she knew that she could, but... she couldn't. She couldn't risk humiliating herself in fron of them any further. Her shoulders sagged as she trudged up the stairs, hearing someone coming down the stairs as well. It was Sam- he was new around here.
Sam was sleeping when he heard... well, stuff. Like, screaming and things like that. He was only in his boxers, so he put on some clothes and ran downstairs, passing some mopey dope on his way down. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw some chick with some black hair that looked like she was shot, or something- there were tons of others around her, tending to her every need. "Whoah, what happened?!" He exclaimed, even though he had not met, let alone seen any of them around. He was quite a bit younger then all of them, so he doubted that they would take him seriously.
-Rainy