Liv's first instinct in these situations was the same as her instinct at the boat party that changed her life: run as fast as she could in the opposite direction. That instinct wasn't gone these days, but she could overcome it — on her own or with another brain. It had been almost too long since she'd had a brain, which meant that everything was all Olivia Moore as she began directing people from the Big Top after Sharon's direction.
Those flames were getting worse, and after a good chunk of the Big Top was cleared out, a distinct elephant roar sounded from backstage. Some of these people could probably contain an elephant on their own, but Liv was, well, she was tiny. Tinkerbell-esque, you might say. As their vet, they were all her charges, and as she ran for the cages, she debated on what to do. If she left them in the cages, this fire would surely kill them (if it got this far). If she let them free, the scientists might retaliate, and there were children among them.
Screw it. These animals didn't deserve to die.
One by one, Liv went through the cages and set them free. The elephants were first. She didn't need any sort of reinforcement to send them running. Most of them were spooked as it was. Fire was something they all intrinsically knew to fear. Most of them took off, out of the tent and into the night. Away from the fire.
Some of them needed a little help. The reptiles may have feared fire, but a desert was much colder than you'd think. They needed some help going into the right direction, and Liv had just the thing. (She just hoped she could control herself enough to come back from it.) It didn't take much to get the adrenaline going, a look back at the sideshow tents, then the animals running, and listening to the screams. Her desperation to get the animals took over and her eyes — whites and iris — turned as red as blood. The veins in her face protruded, throbbing as the adrenaline took over.
Most of the snakes took off in an instant, but the cobra. Well, he saw an enemy who needed to be defeated. Unfortunately for it, Liv would be unaffected from the bite it gave her as she grabbed the snake and threw it as far away from the tents and the midway as she possible could. Any stragglers left behind were chased through tents and urged away from the flames. One of the horses got stuck in the rope from a tent. Liv ran to untangle it and found herself tripping face first into the sand. Wet sand. Bloody sand.
There was a dead body. This guy had been stabbed in the throat, likely from the sharp bottle still stuck in his throat.
Liv wasn't in her right mind. The zombie rage was still there, and the sight of a dead body, with its brain in tact was enough to send her into a feeding frenzy. Zombie strength made tapping into the skull an easy feat. Liv Moore would be horrified at herself — for stopping in the middle of a panic, for everything she was about to do — but she was just so hungry.