Rachel Wilder

Rachel hides her face in her hands as Jonathan hugs her, unable to look at her surroundings any longer. She was almost dead certain that she knew where she was now- that this is where her sister had been killed. She just couldn't take anymore today- she'd seen and done too much, pushed the boundary of her mental capabilities until she was on the verge of breaking.
She needed to stop.

"We- I need out. Out out out out..."

She says, almost unable to string together a coherent sentence. Her mind was clutching to that one hope for peace and sanity, the idea that if she could get outside, things would be better. That there wouldn't be all this blood and rubble and violence. She had to get out.