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She should have been back. That's all she can think, is that she should be back already, but she's currently trying to figure out how, exactly, she's not going to get eaten. Her knee's screaming - it twisted the wrong way when she'd been running from what she'd found out was the two raptors down here with her. Two, she'd found out, when she'd been flattened by the one that'd moved so fast behind her she'd barely had enough time to turn around, much less get out of the way.

She'd hit that one in the head with a piece of rebar longer then she was tall, but right now, she was in the cage with the circuitbreaker - so, yay! she'd found it - but the raptors weren't far behind. She's got enough stuff piled against the gate that it's probably not going to be pushed open in the next three minutes, but she's trying to remember what the hell she had to do - the switches don't work, but then there's the pump thing, and she can hear them outside.

"This is not how this is supposed to go," she says to herself, and pretty much everything hurts right now.

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Logan figures he has a few minutes before the raptors catch up with him.

He'd be outside in about six easily digestible pieces but for the fact that they weren't apparently expecting anybody else to be packing claws. He'd got one basically though dumb luck [they're so fast his head's still spinning], and it was so shocked it beat a hasty retreat. Probably to regroup and come for him again.

He gets inside the door to the electrical shed and starts shouting immediately.

"Caroline!"

He hasn't got time to play hide and seek, so it's gotta be Marco Polo instead.

"Down!" She screams it so he can hear her, but there's a maze of hallways between the two of them and Logan's voice is faint at best. She's trying to get the thing to work, trying to get anything to work, and then she just sort of freezes where she is.

Because screaming?

Oh, they know where she is, now.

She's trying to remember, and she's got it, right, the lever, it's the lever and then-

BANG.

Her makeshift blockade shakes, and she doesn't remember how many times she pumped the lever, but she does it again, and then she's managed to get the basic power on.

BANG.

A clawed arm (hand?) snakes around one of the supports in her peripheral vision, and she's hitting buttons as fast as she can, and she knows if she can smell the blood from when the raptor knocked her flat before, it can smell it just as well.

And, highly ironic, blood? Means dinner, to both of them.

"Come on, come on-" She's talking to herself as she snaps the buttons into place and then immediately turns back to the blockade and realises something pretty awful.

She's in a small, metal cage.

She's blocked herself in.

There's no way out.

"Logan?!" She's calling for him, and she's picked up a fire extinguisher even though it hurts like a son of a bitch to beat back what she can of the raptor's foreclaws, hoping that he gets her soon because she doesn't know exactly how vampires deal with missing limbs, but she doesn't want to know.

A few moments later, there's a thunderous groan of metal over Caroline's head, and Logan comes crashing down through the ceiling panel, trailing wires and raining electric sparks on her head.

"Get down!"

Logan takes a swing at the little arm full of sharp claws, slicing one reptilian finger clean of and forcing it into retreat again.

"You OK, Blondie?"

He's glad he moved in his instinct that she'd been gone too long. Clearly the situation is different than they all expected.

She screamed when he crashed through the ceiling, and she swung the fire extinguisher - and thankfully either she missed or he moved because it left a dent in the wall the size of a bowling ball. Still, the spray of blood from the raptor came at the same time that her brain caught up with him, and she's down, she's down and then pushing herself back up when he's in front of her. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

She's pale, and covered in the blood splatter, but she's got all her parts attached and all the buttons are green. "Power's on," she says, and she's nodding to herself. "There's two down here," she said thickly. "At least."

Yeah, he can count, and they don't smell like much, but he knows roughly where they both are, especially not that one's bleeding.

"Can you run?"

"I broke one of their legs," she says, and she nods when he asks, because she's got to. Because running is the only option. "I don't know if it was the one you took the arm off of."

She drops the fire extinguisher with a clang, and she nods. She'd go. She'd go, and she'd go when he did.