[b]Alex Clark - Scouts - New Orleans - Storm[/b]

He dragged the crawler off of Charlie who was wildly flailing at the rotting thing, and then rammed his survival knife up from under the chin into the thing's skull, making it cease all of its agressive grabbing and biting at once. He was glad that when he outstretched his arm to help Charlie up that the wind, rain, cold and general circumstances of their rather panicked flight made the shaking of his hands invisible. He had thought of himself as prepared, he had grown confidence, but when facing the terror of mankind here in the field, that all seemed like a young child's claims. [b]"We have to get going!"[/b] He yelled, and started running along the hedges of the suburb towards the car. How could they have known there was a crawler inside the bush. Thunder made the sky shake and both Alex and Charlie felt the instinctive need to dive for cover as lightning flashed way too close for their own comfort. The howling og the storm cut off any sounds except the streaming of his own blood and the rapid pounding of his own heart as they broke out of the hedges and made a run for the car. Slipping and sliding over the long and wet gras, they arrived at the vehicle, finding only Jamie and Cody inside. Alex knocked on the door and made a hurried gesture as he saw a crawler loom in the haze, and once Cody opened the door he quickly got inside.

[b]"Shit turned into a bloody mess real quick. Where's Danny?"[/b] Alex asked between two hasty breaths, just before Cody could ask them the same question. He could see Cody's face adopt a worried frown, while Jamie's face distorted into a pained grimace. [b]"Charlie? Where's Danny?"[/b] Alex repeated with a growing suspicion. Charlie slammed his fist against the seat and cursed out loud as they all realized that Danny was still out there or even worse, dead. [b]"God-fucking-damnit Jamie? What happened to Danny?"[/b] Charlie erupted, while Alex was staring outside, hoping to find a trace of the guy. Nothing but the crawlers, slowly approaching. Soon they would have no more time.