FEAR - The Sentinel [EVENT]

As the girl waited for the elevator, the voices clamoring for attention in her mind weren't those of death or disaster. No, they were quieter. These voices were those of isolation and despair. There were no furious explosions or tragic separations to fuel the fear growing inside the heart of the young girl. Zoe's fears were more... subtle. The fears of her family choosing to not have anything to do with her. The idea of Zoe doing something so horrible that her family would cut contact with her. Or, the notion that maybe her family wasn't who she thought they were. The idea that the very foundations of her world could be destroyed through choices made by herself. Every choice she was now making weighed beyond heavy in her mind. Any little choice, and Zoe could find herself suffocated by the hurricane of words flooding her head.

”Why dont you like your name nina?”

”Why cant you do something more important than music? Look at your brother! Sports always get scholarships.”

”If you hadn't come to this school we wouldn't be in this situation...”

Zoe's grip on the suitcase next to her grew as the elevator continued to slowly ding as it changed levels to reach her. The girl would move to snap the rubber band back onto her wrist. The jarring pain would allow her mind to clear for a moment as she glanced out the window. As blood dripped from her wrist- which was red and raw from how often she was slapping the metal of the rubber band onto it- she saw a figure flash past the window on the far end of the hall. Zoe ran down the hall to look out the window to see the figure standing several floors below. She could see his black silhouette landing among the chaos below her. As she watched, the elevator would ding. Zoe gulped as she watched the mist soon exploded into the lower streets. She would turn to the elevator and run to it.

Stopping in front of it, Zoe frowned. The mist... it was flooding the streets. That wasn't good... Zoe would reach to her wrist, dabbing her hand into the blood and entering the elevator, dragging the suitcase behind her. As the elevator began going down, Zoe pressed the button for the fifth floor before turning to begin her message on the elevator wall. Written in her blood were thinly spelled words: 'COME TO THE 5TH FLOOR OR CALL <INSTERT NUMBER HERE> TO BE SAFE' Anyone who saw the elevator open would see those words on the wall, hopefully hailing them to safety from the black mist.

By the time the elevator stopped at the fifth floor, Zoe was ready to go. She'd hop out with her suitcase and turn, watching the elevator close and go down towards the ground level. The girl would dart down the hall to a window facing the street below. Prying it open, the girl would peer down to the chaos below. She had only been in the elevator for a few seconds, but the mist below was already even thicker than before... In fact, when Zoe got to the window, she had caught the end of the show as the black smog ran out, knocking over several people on the ground level below. Well... that made aiming easier.

Zoe would reach into her bag and pull out one of her babies. It was the entire contents of a laptop's insides plus some tweaking and other metals and bits from desktops and printers. The battery was charged and ready to go. In short, it was an explosive. A little smaller than a volleyball. Zoe would bounce the bomb gingerly in her hand before aiming it and throwing it down below. The man seemed preoccupied by the chaos below, so... maybe he wouldn't notice the electrically charged battery acid bomb coming at his head.