[ Tris reaches for him without thinking, pulling herself up - leaving a bloody handprint on his sleeve, too, but what's one more among the stains already on there? She still lets go as soon as she's standing, shaking her head one more time and willing the dizziness away. It doesn't go anywhere. ]
Thanks. [ No time to pause though. She nods, starts moving, reaching for the backpack he pulled up. He's got one, and it seems like that one should be hers, right? ] You're right.
[ --stops, looking over her shoulder. ] What about the others?
[ Some of them are dead, she can tell this much even at a glance. But not everyone, surely. ]
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Thanks. [ No time to pause though. She nods, starts moving, reaching for the backpack he pulled up. He's got one, and it seems like that one should be hers, right? ] You're right.
[ --stops, looking over her shoulder. ] What about the others?
[ Some of them are dead, she can tell this much even at a glance. But not everyone, surely. ]