- Wings hadn't exactly been on top of her game on the first floor, because there was too much panic to do really anything. She hoped when people had perhaps grasped the concept of what was going on and what they had to do to survive here, she'd get by easier. Her hands brushed over her throwing daggers as she groaned in annoyance. Obviously, she hadn't been the first person to the second floor, but that hadn't bothered her too much. It was having to deal with everyone now that the numbers that thinned out a bit. Wings had walked through the doors and into the second floor, hurriedly brushing past a few people that were in front of her. She obviously didn't have any time to mess around and making friends wasn't exactly a main event in her survival plan.



