Angel was woken from a light doze by the crackling of the radio beside the sofa that currently was serving for bed. Sleep was elusive to say the least, but as the transmission began to come through, she decided that she hadn't really been to sleep in the first place. It was enough to send chills through her spine as she fumbled with her boots, stolen from a Officer when her old pair began letting the water and the cold in. She had her jacket zipped up and the second gun in her holster when the shouting really started. She grabbed the radio without thinking, taking the steps two, three at a time before breaking into a sprint. Not the school. A school was something she'd worked too hard for too long to let go of now, and she was sure as hell wasn't going to let those bastard sons of bitches use it as target practice. Children were sure to bring out support, but Rose didn't care; she'd kill each and everyone of them herself if she had to, or die trying. It wasn't until she heard the distant shots that she realized just how hopeless all this was, but something drove her on still. The screams were lost on her, blocked out by sheer force of formidable will. She wouldn't, she couldn't... The sight that was left for her was enough to make the entire room spin. Her stomach clenched and twisted violently. Her legs were turning to jelly. She was losing sensation in her fingers... She turned quickly, just about making it outside before she emptied the less than substantial contents of her stomach onto the ground outside. She rested a hand against the wall to steady herself, letting her hair obscure her face. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, screwing up her eyes in an attempt not to cry. She was Angel for Pete's sake, but this was enough even to crack the iciest of exteriors. 60 kids between 6 and 14, three teachers not a whole lot older than that. Angel tried to steady her breathing by taking a deep steady, albeit still shaky breaths. Someone inquired as to if she was okay, another simply patted her on the back. Who could remain indifferent to a massacre like this? Not her, that was for sure.