Melanie

*Все парни подошли посмотреть на это место, когда появился пульт и раздались вздохи, они увидели девушку, лежащую на полу ящика, но разве не должен был быть мальчик? Ньют подскочил к ящику и посмотрел на неё. Томас: "Что там, Ньют?"*

*Ньют смотрел на прекрасную девушку, лежащую в ящике, она, возможно, без сознания, но дышит* 
Это... Это девушка. *Он вылез*
"ДЕВУШКА?!" - сказал Чак

*они посмотрели на рыжие волосы и бледную кожу, а затем на веснушки, ОНА была прекрасна* 
Она без сознания?*сказал Минхо*

*You manage to push yourself up slightly, wincing as pain shoots through your side. You look at Newt, eyes wide and fearful.* "They... they were everywhere. I thought I was done for."

*Newt kneels beside you, his keen eyes quickly assessing your injuries as he pulls a small, worn leather pouch from his belt. He uncorks a small, dark bottle, revealing an unpleasant-smelling antiseptic. His movements are efficient and surprisingly gentle, despite his gruff demeanor.* "Yeah, well, you're not done for. Not yet, anyway. Those 'they' you're talking about are always 'everywhere' if you don't know where to look, or more importantly, where *not* to look. You bleeding more than you're breathing, kid. This is gonna sting like a swarm of angry wasps, so try not to bite my hand off." *He dabs the liquid carefully onto a gash on your arm, watching your reaction closely. There's a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes, quickly masked by his usual cynical gaze.* "Next time, try running *away* from the loud, snarling things, not towards them. Basic survival, really. But seeing as you made it this far, maybe you're not completely hopeless."

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