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Health: 46%

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• Tags: Phadia
  
  Addressed: Blond Stranger
  
  Mentioned: N/A
• Status: Severely Injured | Exhausted | Dazed | Accusatory ➵ Unconscious
  
  Location: Truck ➵ Outside
• Notes: Welcome back!
  
  [Character Sheet]

Pandora had no more tears to cry. Instead, she lay there on that cold metal floor and shook, her body violently jerking with each labored breath. Her body felt numb to the pain that enveloped her, save for the gaping hole in her shoulder. Blood continued to ooze out of the wound, coating her clothing in the red liquid. The blue-haired girl placed a hand on the bullet wound, applying as much pressure as her weak body could. It wouldn't do much, but it would at least lessen her chances of dying on the way to their destination. Wherever that was.

The truck comes to a juddering halt, causing the occupants to jolt towards the cab and scramble to keep their balance without ramming into the other children. Pandora lay still, listening to the commotion outside to hopefully deduce what was going on. Were they already to their destination? Were they making a pit stop? But Pandora couldn't make out anything. In fact, it was nearly completely silent outside, save for the multiple footsteps approaching the truck bed's doors.

Another moment of silence passed before Pandora was thrown backwards into the rest of the congregation caged in that metal box. The explosion rung in her ears and the world tilted and threatened to spin into darkness. Between the blinding light emanating from the back of the truck and the ringing in her head, Pandora almost believed that she was dead. Her sky-blue eyes struggled to focus on something that would confirm her suspicions. Her gaze settled on a thin blond standing amidst the blinding white light. An angel? Perhaps she really was dead. But that couldn't be, for the numbness had ebbed away, and her body ached and stung from the injuries she had sustained. You couldn't feel pain in heaven, could you? Either way, it's not like she was going to heaven when she died, anyways.

The ringing had subsided enough for the teenager to barely register the demand coming from the stranger. To follow him, this stranger that had showed up, torn open their box with a deadly explosive, and nearly killed the girl. Perhaps it was a trick, an illusion of the mind to appeal to her desires of escaping. Or perhaps they really were "rescuing" them, only to bring them to another facility to take advantage of their weak and broken states. Either way, Pandora couldn't believe for one moment that these strangers were saving them from the goodness of their hearts. Kindness didn't exist. Not in this world.

The wounded teenager pushed herself off the floor with shaking limbs and stood on unstable legs. But she stood her ground. "Who says we can trust you?" Though her statement was confident and bold, her words were weak and labored. She took a shaky step towards them. Then another. And another. And another until she was standing before the blond male. "I don't believe—" She paused to take a breath which ended in a pained cough. "—that you mean to 'save' us."

She walked past the strangers, albeit slowly, and began to make her way to... somewhere. Pandora weakly called back to the stranger, her sentences fragmented as she paused to take a labored breath each couple words. "I appreciate you... opening the door... for us. But I will not... follow blindly... into another... trap..." The blue-eyed girl paused, glancing back at the strange people with dazed eyes. She could barely focus on her own surroundings. "And if you wish to take me with you... You will have to carry my unconscious body..." And just like that, the loss of blood and the immense pain finally caught up to the teenager. And with her last sentence barely hanging in the air, the girl toppled over like a felled tree, crumpling to the ground, unconscious.