Lisa knew fighting the Twisted of such numbers was going to be impossible. She could barely handle one Plain Strider herself and now that there were three and uncountable numbers of other Twisted, running was her only choice. The problem was, she could not that just yet. There were hundreds of people that were going to die horrible deaths if the situation did not change and soon.
Lisa looked about her for a solution but all she could see was impending death and chaotic panic. Running towards her was a ERM militia man holding a rifle. He was clearly fleeing with the rest of the crowd, and she got the idea to put his gun to proper use.
Lisa grabbed the man’s arm just as he was about to pass by. “Give me your gun and any ammo you got.”
“Fine take it!” The man shouted throwing the rifle into her arms. He then took off the belt of ammo around his waist and took off running again. “You can stay here and die fighting. I’m not!”