Dakota || Mentions: Levushka, Litch (ind.)

Something in the air smelt different...almost-dead? Dakota was a good 50ft away from the market's doors when she felt a hand on her shoulders, she began to wirl around but heard their whispers. "Dakota. It's me, Levushka. No need to panic. Act natural." She felt confused, as to why she had 'no need' to panic, and to 'act natural.' Her expression was filled with curiousity and question, and opened her mouth to say something, but Lev spoke again, "Nyx is with Kiril. She'll be fine." Dakota nodded, smiling slightly, noticing Levushka come up beside her, "Good." She smelt it again, the rotting flesh smell.. but it didn't feel necessarily dead, "Do you smell that?-" She looked around slightly, barely moving her head. She began walking forward towards the market doors, only becoming more and more curious about what and where that smell was coming from.

Glory || Mentions: Jackson, Dia, Aztec

Glory righted herself, and dusted herself off, recooperating from the earlier incident. She took a few deep breaths in, calming herself down. She refused to remember the horrid events back there- she refused it. She glanced to everyone, sighing quietly to herself. "Let's go find a hotel." Jackson had said, and Glory nodded in agreement. Aztec quickly hurried to his mother, grabbing ahold of her, pulling down on her sweater, "Its ok honey," she spoke in a small whisper, pushing his hair back from his forehead. She picked him up, and could feel im scrambling up, locking his arms around her neck. She pushed him up again, getting a proper hold on him, making sure he wouldn't fall. Glory began to walk forward, knowing Jackson and Dia were only miliseconds behind, and she rubbed Aztec's back, keeping her focus right in front of her. Not daring to look anywhere else.

Nyx || Mentions: Kiril, Blade

Nyx was lying down on the couch, her arms crossed beneath her head, her eyes barely open. She yawned quietly, and stretched her legs, rolling her ankles hearing a few pops, then she heard a series of knocking on the door. "The fuck.." she mumbled, and sat up lazily, well, it for sure wasn't Lev since he wouldn't be 'knocking'. She groaned, and sat up groggily, stretching her arms. As the knocking went on, she hissed, "Yeah, yeah! I'm coming. Jesus." Nyx felt like an old women for gods sakes, being pregnant was not fun in the slighest. She made her way to the door, taking the chain off the lock, and looked back to Kiril, "Don't kill them right off the back please," she mumbled. She opened the door halfway, only showing her head, and her top half of her body, hiding the fact she was pregnant. Nyx did not expect this in the least, a troubled looking young man stood on her porch, looking horrified and tormented. "Erm.. are you alright sir?-" She tilted her head to the side slightly, examining the man. Well this was unexpected.

Glory || Mentions: Jackson, Aztec, Dia

Glory and her family came up upon a building, a hotel. "Should we stay there?" She shrugged her shoulders, "Not much anywhere else. Plus, I can get us out of there, all of us, if need be." She shifted her weight, holding Aztec closer, walking in through the door.

As soon as she stepped foot into the hotel, people glanced at her, like a black sheep in a white sheep flock. She was nervous for a moment, and glared, "Anything worth taking a picture?" Thankfully, they all moved onto their merry way, the clerks at the desk looking at her suspiciously. She walked up to them, "A room for... 5 please." She asked with a smile, and the clerk looked behind her, "There is only fou-" "Yes, our friend is.. on their way." Glory and the clerk stared at one another for a few, silencing moments, and the clerk sighed, "Room 43. Level 2," he said with a grumble, and Glory nodded, feeling victorious. "Thank you."

Glory turned to look at Jackson, and looked back to the Clerk, "Also.. a nice wardrobe would be appreciated." The clerk glared ta her, and began to speak but she interrupted, "Don't want unhappy customers.. now do you?" The man huffed, and flicked his hand and she nodded, walking away, towards the stairs. She sighed in relief, and wiped her forehead, gritting her teeth, "I hate clerks."

Nyx || Mentions: Blade

Nyx was quiet. He didn't mean it. Did he? This had to be a joke.. they were killed, gone, destroyed. Every building was burned to ashes... she would know-..it can't be. She bit her lip, and looked about, "Fuck," she mumbled, and gritted her teeth. Lord. It would be wrong to leave this guy to them.. she tossed her head, and sighed. "Fine. 10 minutes, you hear?" She opened the door, and looked back to Kiril, "Erm, don't mind him.. unless you do something stupid," she mumbled and made way for the young man to come in. She thought for a moment, and sighed, "Close the door for me. I'm too lazy to do it." Nyx walked back over to the couch, rubbing Kiril's head just before she plopped back onto the ouch, resting her head against the pillow. "Kitchen, that way. Bathroom, that way. Snoop anywhere else, I'm kicking your ass out," she pointed into the directions, and crossed her legs. She was sitting upright, holding her head a bit back, against a pillow. Nyx honestly had no thought or care what this young man saw or heard, so, she didn't ask to hear it. Something seemed off about him, but then again, most people are off when terrified.