300ft away a limping figure appears. Dark curly hair blows in the wind as she stumbles forward. Her friends, the people she treasures most in this life just in sight. A wry smile covers her blood caked face. Then to her knees as the exhaustion, pain, and death rack her body. But she has just a little more to say. Something must be said... Because something must be done. Clenched in her hand small hard drive lies protected.