Panicking

"Holy shit, what?! We're gonna die?!" That statement sure got Alyssa's attention. She rolled off the bed, finally having the strength to actually do something. She looked a bit disheveled--especially her hair--but right now that didn't matter. She had to help these people or else everyone'd die. But could she trust them? One guy had a gun for fuck's sake.
"Someone better explain when we're all done here," she said forthright.

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