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After that long and depressing conversation with Dawn, after her fake ass speech about the hell hole she made, the torture she was putting everyone through, she left. Leaving Anka with blood in her eye to take care of herself. So that's what Anka did. She stitched up her eyebrow, applied ointment to her lip and left just as Dawn did. What was a little unexpecteed was as Anka was walking down the hallway, she was pulled into a room by Beth. The black kid stood by the plants, staring at her. "She's coming with us."

Ankas eyebrows furrowed. She was clueless as to what was happening. She didn't understand what Beth was saying as she was speaking rather fast without even giving Anka anything to work with. Noah nodded his head. Leaving the room as Beth and her conversed about their plan. "Dawn keeps a spare key to the elevator banks in her officer somewhere. Noah said thats where we'll leave. It's the fastest way—"

"I understand." Anka had to agree. This was the best way they could leave, hopefully with no blood shed other than the walkers. They'll be away from there. They'd be able to leave together. Anka, Noah and Beth. "I'll guard the door and tell you when someone's approaching while you look in the office."

So that's what they did, Noah glanced at the both of them as Anka sent Beth on her way, glancing around for any person in sight. It was quiet for the most part, everyone was in the respected rooms and there was no officers around either. What scared Anka immediately was her name escaping Dawns mouth. She called her over as officer Gorman walked passed her. She visibly tensed up, walking down the hallway until Anka met with Dawn. She stood in front of Dawn, her face falling while they made eye contact, Ankas dislike for her was obvious. If Dawn didn't know it already then she just purposely ignoring it. "Go get some chlorine from the janitors closest, we need more to clean up the blood on the floor."

Anka now her head almost too fast. Dawn furrowed her eyebrows at her. "Are you alright, Anka?"

Anka nodded her head once again, jogging down the hallway ignoring the pain in her side that's been there for a while. She had to go quickly, she had to find Beth. God knows where Pigman was. For Ankas sanity, she needed to know that Beth would be alright. Anka pulled the closet door open, grabbing the bottle and shutting it once again. She ran down to where they were, handing the bottle to Noah and then walking out, Passing Dawn. The only thing lingering on her mind was the minor. The beautiful blonde who was in a trap of god knows with whom, if with anyone. Anka silently walked passed Dawns office, hoping to hear no voices. To her horrible luck, there was. Two faint whispers. "So how about it, Bethy? We gonna work something out here?"

"Good girl." Ankas breath got caught in her throat. Listening to his words. She couldn't stop herself, she had pushed the door open. Luckily she caught him by surprise. What angered Anka was the way his filthy wrinkly hands were under Beths shirt, laying across her waist. His thumb dancing circles on her pale skin. It irked her. She wanted to murder him. Beth was not going to go through what she had. Beth was going to not be used as a sexual toy by means of this disgusting thing. She grabbed the glass jar, smashing it over his head, while her eyes caught the attention of the blood on the floor and wrinkling fingers of the dead corpse of Joan. Anka pushed him away from them, shoving Beth behind her while they watched as his neck got eaten out by the his walkered victim.