Maxie sighed, thinking on the problem. She needed to get out of here, but didn't want to just leave Cara in this catatonic state. It looked as though she was going to saddled with a bit of deadweight for the time being. It just depended on how long it was going to take Cara to snap out of it.
She went back over to Cara and took her by the arm, gently manouvering her to her feet. Maxie stayed close by in case she suddenly collapsed again. It was a distinct possibility, although Maxie guessed that she'd be able to stand under her own power at least.
Maxie hesitated over the mauser, still on the floor, but in the end decided that if they were to have protection, she'd rather be holding the gun than a girl who was entirely dead to the world. If she recovered from it later Maxie would be perfectly willing to give it her back. She walked back over to Cara, gun in hand, and looped the other girl's arm over her head to support her at the shoulders.
"C'mon then," Maxie murmured to her. "Let's get gone,"
(Continued in Desperation