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[h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

What...?

What?

Wha…

Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat?!!

No.

Thing One and Thing Two were on opposite sides of him. And Thing One apparently wanted to have a go with Thing Two. And Graham was between the two. No. No. NOPE. NADDA. He, well, skittered from the aisle to the seats on the side nearest the door, which was just opening. Someone must have entered, but he couldn’t see more than the feet. 

Nice shoes.

Newcomer shouted out something to...Miss Meredith? There wasn’t anyone on the train named Meredith, was there? If there had been, he hadn’t known. The second part caught him. Injured folks, eh? Well, if this went down, there’d probably be more injured. Someone was bleeding bad, apparently. Something in a suit, probably, the feet looked...armoured? Yeah, that had to be it. 

[color=f49ac2]“Medical attention... really does sound good right now! Ahahaha..."[/color]

Graham didn’t forget voices. He didn’t forget faces. Hell, he just didn’t forget people in general. That? That had to be Kitty. She was handcuffed. If she fell, she wouldn’t have been able to break her fall. It made sense.

He had to get out of here. The monsters would be preoccupied. Flee. FLEE. FLEE AND LIVE, DAMMIT.

[b]”Does anyone else need medical attention? Anyone who can, help the injured.”[/b]

That was...Tony. The mediator. It came from the direction of the suit. Tony was armoured? Well, why the hell not? Still, he was right. Graham wasn’t that badly hurt, maybe a headache and a couple bruises. But what about the students that were still out? He couldn’t just leave them. 

Wait, no, that’s crazy. Monsters. BIG. ASS. MONSTERS. JUST GO.

Torn between his logic and his morals...well, he had been prepared to die just a moment ago. It could still happen. Might as well go out doing some good rather than playing dead.

He crawled, under the seats, edging quickly towards the door. He reached it and got to his feet. Then he climbed over the seat. It had been empty, luckily. The one opposite it, however…

Damn. This kid was scrawnier than him. He shook the kid, who hadn’t yet woken. Kudos on that kid. Keep your eyes closed until you get outside and you might be alright. But he didn’t stir. Graham shook him harder, starting to shout at him to move. The kid stirred. He repeated his order and moved on. He was a man on a mission. He couldn’t carry these people out, but he could try his best to alert them.

He caught something out of the corner of his eye. In the area that he, Kitty, and Alexis had been, there was another girl. Had she been there the whole time? He could have swore she had been asleep. She was...what, looking at her hand? Blood. She was bleeding. He put two and two together. Glass. He climbed another seat, ending up just a row behind her.

[color=fdc68a]“HEY YOU! Come on! We gotta go. Come on! GO GO GO!”[/color]

It came rushing out him like a machine gun. He wasn’t sure if it was even coherent. It didn’t matter. He was loud. He could use that. He looked away from the girl, scanning the tram, looking for anyone else that might be injured or passed out.

[color=fdc68a]“EVERYBODY, GET OFF YOUR ASSES AND MOVE! COME ON, LET’S MOVE IT.”[/color]

His throat felt hoarse. He might have blown something with that one. Hell, he might have woken the dead with that one. He felt like a human bullhorn. It didn’t matter though. His brain wasn’t working. Later, he might feel embarrassed, knowing the situation...but now?

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