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Ritsa paused as she neared the entrance of Hot topic. She had heard something topple over not far from where she was. Wanting to play it safe it wasn't hard for her to convince herself to approach what she had assumed was the source of the disturbance. A small box and shifted place. Oddly enough she was using it to attempt to catch something lurking around the store. Mostly for entertainment, she didn't like watching the Gladiator fights and this seemed a decent alternative to eat away at her time.

Lifting the box up, Ritsa squeaked. A rather large rosy haired tarantula was obviously showing signs of an injured leg. Probably internal bleeding from the way the box looked. Tarantula's were delicate despite the average person having arachnophobia. A drop from knee high could easily kill them, the landing would pop them like a balloon, so a box falling on them would be just as devastating, Ritsa surmised.

Making a tisking sound with her tongue she reached forward and very carefully shuffled the tarantula onto her hand. Spiders and snakes were not one of her fears, and it was hard to understand why people had just a prevailing irrational fear of them. They weren't common to come by in the temperatures of Canada, except in the summer you could be swamped with daddy long legs but they were hardly worth the fret. Wolf spiders, orb spiders, and the like had their purpose in nature and a healthy garden always had a few. Even the typical house spider had it's use.

Shifting the injured tarantula to a better hand Ritsa pushed up onto her feet. Gently stroking the back of the Tarantula, almost lovingly. Until now, it had probably done well to survive in the mall and she could only hope it's nest hadn't been destroyed forcing it out into the open were it had been injured. "poor thing." Ritsa muttered as she turned back to hot topic and stopped. 'Her roommate' probably would not appreciate having the arachnid hanging around in their home.

Giving a sigh of regret Ritsa watched as the spider started moving, the one leg trailing behind it. There was the odd chance it could survive such a devastating injury and letting it go seemed the best option in such a case. Moving towards the wall Ritsa moved her hand towards the ground in an effort to let the spider crawl off her hand. Closing her eyes she lingered patiently by the spider as it moved about and then seemed to stop. Her eyes watched as the spiders legs curled under it's belly forcing the tiny creature onto it's back.

Death.

Spiders always seemed to die in the same fashion, she had once owned a cobalt blue tarantula. They were mean little creatures but their nests were amazing to see. "For the best perhaps." Ritsa muttered, leaning to the side to scoop the creatures delicate frame into her hands. "I would have happily given you a home. With lots of yummy crickets." The woman pushed to her feet, her eyes fixed on the rosy haired tarantula. Was it possible that the end was coming for all of them? That this seven days before rescue was a myth? Was death the only thing that awaited all of them in this strange world they were currently struggling to survive in?