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Kaplan led them back to where Rain and J.D were. “There they are,” he said as they found them. “We deactivated her,” he told the two as he walked over to them. Dylan followed him quietly, still not certain that this was the right thing to do. He just wasn’t able to shake the feeling that something was wrong. Layla felt much the same way. The brown-haired woman glanced around warily, clenching and unclenching her fists as Kaplan spoke.

Dylan looked over at Millie when she spoke. The man paused at her question. “Well still haven’t found out why the Red Queen killed the researchers…” he began slowly, glancing towards Shawn. However, he found that he wasn’t too keen on staying here either. He was feeling more and more uneasy as the minutes passed. Something wasn’t right. “Though, I’ve got a bad feeling about this whole thing.”

Layla couldn’t help but hope they said they’d leave this place. She wanted to get out of her as soon as possible. She had a bad feeling about this whole thing now and was feeling uneasy about the situation. She glanced over at Dylan, then Shawn, hoping that they’d say they could leave the Hive.

Hearing a sound from somewhere in another part of the room, Dylan froze and glanced around cautiously. He watched as Rain went to check out the sound. He had a bad feeling about all this. He waited quietly, listening for any sign of what could be going on. Hearing Rain suddenly yell out there was a survivor, he relaxed slightly. He began to walk towards the woman, though felt his blood run cold when he heard her yell again. He picked up his pace moving towards where he had heard her yell come from.

Layla had been just as uncertain about this whole thing. She crept forward after hearing Rain call out there had been a survivor. She was surprised to hear that, but glad. Maybe it meant everyone here hadn’t died. However, when she heard the woman yell out, her heart dropped. Rushing towards where her yell had come from, she saw Rain struggling to get a person off of her. She moved forward, reaching for the person and grabbing her clothing to toss her off of Rain.

After the person was off Rain, Layla took a few quick steps back as Shawn pointed a gun at the person. She clenched her fists when the person moved towards them, clearly not listening to Shawn. When he fired and hit the person in the kneecaps, she was surprised to see that person was still moving. “Oh my god,” she whispered, watching the person with wide eyes. In that moment, Layla wished she had a gun in her hand or some kind of weapon to use to defend herself. She felt uneasy.

Dylan kept back, watching the person in confusion. He froze when Shawn fired the gun and hit the person. They didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it, like they didn’t even feel the shot. He glanced over at Rain, seeing the bloody wound on her hand. What was wrong with this person?

Dylan watched in a stunned silence as Rain shot the person in the chest, sending them back into some pipes. He stared for a moment, then looked towards the others when he didn’t see the person move. The person hadn’t even seemed aware of the fact they had been shot. It was like they hadn’t even felt the bullet. Layla swallowed before looking over at Rain, remembering her injured hand. “Are you okay?” She asked. Dylan meanwhile began to look through the pockets of his coat, hoping to find some kind of cloth or something they could use to cover Rain’s hand. If he couldn't find something, he could always tear off some of his jacket to use as a makeshift bandage.

(OOC: Okay, thanks for letting me know! ^^)

Not finding any cloth in his pockets, Dylan settled for ripping a strip of fabric off of his coat. “Here, let’s get that wound covered before we get out of here,” he said, moving over to help Rain wrap up her hand. The person seemed to have taken a chunk of out her hand. Why the hell had they done that? What was wrong with them? Either way, they needed to get Rain’s hand covered so hopefully the bleeding would stop.

Layla wanted to ask if anyone had any idea what that had been about, but didn’t. It seemed that everyone was just as clueless as she was. Layla didn’t want to linger here much longer though. She’d feel much better once they got out of this place. She looked around warily, watching to make sure nothing else snuck up on them.

Dylan quickly wrapped the cloth around Rain’s wounded hand, frowning to himself. He had no idea what was going on and why that person had behaved the way they had. Why had they just attacked Rain like that? “Alright, done,” he said once he had her hand properly wrapped. That was when he heard the scrapping sound. “What is that?” He asked, voice lowering as he glanced around. Layla’s eyes went wide as she glanced around at their surroundings. Glancing towards where the body of the person from earlier had landed, she froze. It wasn't there anymore. “Guys, the body is gone,” she said in a low tone, nodding to where the body had once been.

Layla looked around cautiously, a feeling of dreading building in her. No normal person should be able to get up and walk after that. It made no sense. Hearing Millie’s voice, Layla turned and followed her gaze, frowning when she saw the blood on the ground. Her frown deepened when she heard Millie’s explanation. Before she could say anything, Layla heard Shawn call out for them. Turning, she tensed when she saw the several people making their way towards them.

Dylan turned at the sound of Shawn’s voice. He swallowed when he saw the people heading towards them. Several of them seemed to have injuries that should have incapacitated them, or that at least slowed them down. Backing up a few steps, he looked around, noticing that they were being surrounded. “Guys, they’re everywhere,” he noted, reaching for his gun. It had been given to him before he went into the Hive in case it was needed. It was a good thing it had been. “Stay back!” He shouted at them, though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it wouldn’t do much good. The people kept coming towards them.

Layla had to agree with Millie. Some of these wounds looked like they should have killed these people. The brunette looked around at the people, or whatever they were, that were surrounding then. She tensed, readying herself for a fight. Dylan kept his gun raised, looking around at the crowd of people that continued to advance. They didn’t seem to even notice that several of them were aiming guns at them. He couldn’t help but think Millie was right; these people might not even be alive. Suddenly the person from earlier lunged towards Rain. Another one lunged at Dylan and he fired his gun, causing it to fall back.

(OOC: Sure! I think that would work perfectly!)

Dylan fired off more bullets as well, noticing when a sense of dread that they didn’t seem to be do much. The people surrounding them didn’t seem to take any notice of them. Cursing under his breath, he quickly reloaded his gun. “How do we stop them?” He asked aloud, though he wasn’t sure if anyone knew what to do.

Layla winced at the volume of the guns. The sound seemed amplified in this room. She glanced around with wide eyes as the people continued to move towards them. Those that had fallen after getting shot were rising back to their feet, seemingly unaffected by the bullets. She heard Dylan's question, but had no idea how to answer him.