At first, Cammy just ignored everyone. Crying just was the catharsis she needed right now, no matter what everyone else said. People said that crying didn't get you anywhere, but that didn't matter to her. Not after everything she had been through these past few days. She knew it was rude and that she would normally would never do something like this, but she just stopped caring about appearances anymore. It wasn't like it was of any importance.
After a moment of sobbing, Cammy was able to compose herself somewhat better. At least she could form a coherent sentence now, which was much better than she was in her previous state. Looking up at Kammy, she noticed how guilty she looked. She couldn't stay angry at her, even though she really should. The next thing that came out of her mouth just confirmed her thoughts.
"I-I saw her. Michelle was at the docks. S-she was with Gwen and Virgil. Y-you m-might wanna hurry, you m-m-might just catch her if you're l-lucky." Cammy blubbered out, looking away from her as she withheld certain facts. Like the whole idea that Michelle wanted to commit suicide. She couldn't let Kammy worry about her like that. It was against her nature.
After crying a little longer, she noticed she was alone. Letting out a sad sigh, she looked at the bodies of Carlon and Alex. She probably should do something about them. Standing up, she started to drag the two bodies, holding her breath so that she could mitigate the effects of the horrible smell. Moving them behind the desk, she picked up the supplies that they had. It wasn't like they were going to use them.
Making a sign of a cross on her chest and briefly praying for their peace and rest, Cammy set forth out of the hospital. What was she going to do? At this point, she wanted to survive.
((Cammy Davidson continued in Picking It Clean