Nikkia pulled herself up another flight of stairs, desperately trying to catch her breath while she still had clean air. She could hear the sounds of crazed arguing below, by the couple who had been caught in the rising miasma. She thought that once she got instead she'd be safe, but the white smoke had leaked in, flowing under the door and through tiniest of cracks in the windows.
She didn't know what it did but, with the nine in town, it couldn't be good. She wasn't finished catching her breath but already she could see the miasma rising through the stairwell towards her. One more story - she'd be on the roof. That had to be high enough. Someone would save her - Legend, Glory Girl, anyone.
With a last burst of energy she staggered through the maintenance door out onto the roof.
She could see the entire city - see the miasma creeping up the sides of the buildings. In seconds it was coming over the edges of the roof she was on, out the door she came, barreling towards her...