If I were in this situation, I would definitely pick C, head for the exit. But for Caroline and her scaly companions, I pick A. 

I'm not sure if this is the type of story that allows the heroine to die! I'm going to pretend it is, even if it's not. A, she dies (actually, I don't know her skill level, so she might survive, but…). D appeals to me, but I don't know the whole story, and I'm not sure if they can be reasoned with, so…no. C, I really like, because I think that it would save her, and it would save the boy and the dragon because they aren't with her. However, I want her to stay with the dragon for now. So, B, even though I think that if this is a the heroine can die story, she will die. They will bomb it and she would still be climbing is what I'm afraid of. Still, I choose B.

Sorry that's so long, I didn't mean for it to be 

B, however, asking Shale for help would be wise.

A!

Will you?

[You have chosen B]

With a quick glance Caroline made sure her companions were still there, then she silently gestured to the walls, her hands quivering with fear, then pointed up. Shale’s eyes lit up, and in a second he had bounded over to the wall, leaping up and digging his claws into the grinding stone. Frantically Caroline wondered whether she would be able to get up herself, and in a mad dash with twenty seconds ticking away in her mind, she flexed her gloved fingers and hauled her body up onto the wall. Panic flooded over her as she realized she was slipping off the wall, and hopeless desperation nearly knocked her off by itself.

Just then she felt sharp pricks seize in the back of her cloak, giving her just the boost to grab onto the next groove. Risking it, Caroline twisted her neck just enough to see the dragon, its wings beating hard, helping her up by her clothing. Re-invigorated, Caroline gave a massive shove with her feet and pushed further up the walls, fingertips twitching as they sought for a place to hold onto. Yet despite the extra help and the sight of freedom so close, Caroline knew the time was almost up before they blew out the room. A pang shot through Caroline as she thought of the runes on the wall, and how close she had come to obtaining It. But that was no matter now—she had to stay alive and remain valuable, and getting herself blown up by the police was not a good way to accomplish that. Petrified as she saw Shale reach down to her, his arm quavering as he stretched out to help her up the rest of the way, Caroline counted down the last three seconds.

3… 2… 1…

A massive explosion rocked the tiny room, and Caroline instinctively cried out as shrapnel cut into her skin. The force of the powerful wave sent her clinging to the wall, trying as hard as she could to remain on it. For a silent moment she was wrapped up in a desire to stay on the solid stone, on whatever was safe, but then the men’s footsteps as they tromped into the room below snapped her out of it, and with a gasp she seized Shale’s arm as he dragged her upwards.

Letting out a huge breath, she collapsed on the dingy city street as pebbles scraped at her already-sore skin. “We did it!” she exclaimed, a tiny burst of triumph at that. The men would be perplexed, or at least until they figured out the refugees had climbed away. She cast a glance over at Shale, who was slumped against a dimly flickering lamppost.

“Yeah…” he said, though he didn’t seem particularly pleased about it. Caroline’s curiosity heightened at the previous mention of his past, and she was just preparing to ask him again when she happened to look up and see a spindly structure in the distance, a man-made building that was silhouetted against the moonlight.

“The Eiffel Tower!” Caroline breathed, shocked. “I’ve never seen it at night before. The Catacombs are such a… lonely place…” Shale nodded in numb agreement, and Caroline noticed his skin was rough-red with burns from the fire. She would’ve thought he would be more impervious to flames than she, who was streaked with peeling burns, but it appeared not…

Just then, with a clatter something fell out of her pocket, and she looked over at it. Her phone, a dark blue case protecting it from the outside world, sat blithely on the ground, waiting for anything to happen. Slowly Caroline picked it up, turning on the screen with a swipe. She knew she should call someone—about the potion, about the men, about… Shale—but who? They were all such different people, and she was sure her phone didn’t have much battery left. Quickly her eyes scanned the screen names she had put in place for them, the first four catching her eye. She could get two calls in—at most. Who first?…

What should she do next?

A- “B. Ventigo (Venti)”

B- “Carol Aviarti-444”

C- “Davy <3”

D- “374596182”

Three days, from March 22 to 24, will be allotted for voting on her path. On March 25, the story will continue. Keep this thread alive—she has a story to tell.

Will you?

Won’t you?

B!

D, though calling 'Davy' sounds interesting.

B.