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Amelia was more than a little relieved to hear Eli's voice. She turned to face him and the slight smile on her lips quickly faltered into a frown at the sight of his blood. At least he managed to quell most of the arguing, though Margo as always had something to say.

“What the ******** do you mean you don't know who ******** killer is! You fought him!” She shouted, but Eli seemed to ignore her.

Amelia looked at him with concern, clearly not liking the idea. “What about your neck? There should be a first aid kit in the kitchen.” She answered softly. With the information she had, staying where they were seemed like a better plan. However she did trust Eli's judgment and figured he likely learned something important while fighting the killer. If he really pushed for moving on without tending to his wound she would comply. They could likely find a first aid kit somewhere else. Mostly though she just wanted to sit down for a bit. Amelia didn't know if it was because Eli was back that she felt like she could finally relax or if it was just the constant adrenaline for the last few hours, but she suddenly felt really tried and groggy. In fact everyone looked tired. Even Margo, who Amelia finally realized hadn't started cursing out Eli for ignoring her. “Let's go.” She agreed.

Amelia was relieved Eli let her patch up his wound. She was also relieved they knew no one in this room was the killer. Last time....they had all fought among themselves and were picked off one by one until it was just her and Eli. She grimaced slightly when Eli declared the doors barricaded. It seemed Eli's instincts that they needed to keep moving were right. Why would the killer want to lock them in? Several possibilities ran through her mind, none of them good, but she dare not mention it out loud. They had just managed to get everything relatively calm and she didn't want to start a panic again so she just went to help push open the doors without saying a word.

Margo rolled her eyes and sighed, but she got up to help with the rest. “How the ******** could it be ******** barricaded without anyone hearing.” She complained while walking over to the door while Olivia gave her husband's hand a tight squeeze, whispered 'come on' before letting go and heading to the door. Alison was red eyed and puffy face, but no longer crying. She seemed just kinda numb and not exactly totally aware of what was happening. Still she silently got up.

It was Anna who noticed Sam not coming to help with the doors and walked up to him...not that she had really been standing that far from him in the first place. “Sam, you have to come help.” she said quietly.

All Amelia could hear was the ringing in her ears. She coughed, sputtered and gasped for air, the force of the blast having knocked the wind out of her. There was no time to lay and recover though. The killer could be coming in to finish the rest of them off right now. She forced her eyes open and with a groan and a lot of pain lifted herself off of the ground and onto all fours. No one was coming through the door, but she saw instead....The doors had been blown to pieces. Margo had a large piece lodged in her throat. It seemed almost ironic for the woman who spent so much of her time yelling and swearing would come to such a fate. Olivia was clearly dead, her neck twisted a funny angle and her eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling.

“Oh God.” Amelia looked to the sound of the voice. It was Alison. She was sitting up, and clutching her leg, a piece of door sticking out of her thigh, but alive which was a better state than most everyone else. The rest of the kitchen staff they had run into lay unmoving. Anna seemed relatively fine though as she rushed to Alison's aid.

“Eli wait!” Amelia scrabbled after Eli, who seemed entirely in a dazed. She had no idea where he was going, but she didn't think it was a good idea in his current condition. At the very least he should take a second to collect himself, otherwise he would make an easy target for the killer.“Where are you going?” She asked, grabbing his shoulder to stop him from wondering out into the hall. Behind them Anna was trying to help Alison with her leg.

Amelia flinched back, letting go of Eli's shoulder and staring wide eyed at him as he held the knife to her neck. He lowered it, but there was something else there she didn't quite like. She would have apologized for startling him, but he didn't seem overly upset that he had nearly sliced her neck open. “Be careful.” She answered after a moment. She was just being paranoid. Besides, Sam had seen the real killer, so it wasn't Eli.

That was hardly a reassuring sentiment, but Amelia merely nodded still a little in shock over the exchange that just happened. With Eli gone, she quickly turned to help Anna with Alison. The girl was in shock so at least she wasn't screaming in pain, but they wouldn't be moving anywhere very quickly. A tourniquet was made using Anna's belt, and they cleaned and dressed the wound as best they could using the supplies from the first aid kit in the kitchen. Still without medical aid....Amelia went first with her gun tightly gripped in both hands. Anna followed closing behind with Alison's arm over her shoulder helping the wounded girl limp along the hall. It was Alison who noticed it.

“Where is Grant's body?”

The 3 girls paused at Alison's comment. 

"Maybe the blast blew it somewhere..." Anna suggested, but it was easy to tell by her tone she didn't really believe that. The only place it would have gone was further down the hall and it was no where in sight. "....or maybe the killer moved it." She added tentatively, because none of them wanted to consider the third option.

“Let's head back to the kitchen.” The statement from Amelia caught both the girls off guard. “I'm tired of running and hiding.” So far she had been letting Eli take the lead, but Eli had run off somewhere. Whoever the killer was, he was just a man like last time. When she said it, she wasn't totally sure what she wanted form the kitchen, just that it was the most likely place they could find things they weaponize, and perhaps set up a trap of their own. Uncertain and afraid, the other two followed. They weren't going to leave the only person with a gun.