The group crowded the now re animated corpse. Hirsch was trying to move in for a better look. Wolfe, however, was almost floored. His senses went haywire, as if someone dropped a large rock into a still pond, he seethed. Every muscle and, bone, and nerve felt to be on fire. Something big was going to happen. Wolfe hadn’t felt anything this intense before, not since him whole squad was killed a few years prior. 
Finally, he regained composure, he glanced around everyone had begun breaking down the site of its equipment. He had only enough time to shout:

“MOVE!” Then the castle erupted in a cloud of smoke and fiery debris, Wolfe hit the deck, along with Hirsch. One thing they both knew was to take cover when something exploded. The rest didn’t need much convincing. 
Rock and soot and ash began falling on them. Wolfe stood up and shouted to the group, amongst the noise.

“WE GOTTA GET TO THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAIN. GRAB WHATS ESSENTIAL AND BUG THE FUCK OUT! MOVE MOVE MOVE!” He yelled as he made his way to each group member directing them to either cargo that needed to be carried or just having them collect other injured and make their way down the mountain. It didn’t take long before they felt a rumbling beneath their feet. They didn’t have much more time before this mountain collapsed inward.
Turning to Vaughtar he said.
“Vaughtar start moving some of the heavier equipment downhill, and assist with any slow movers! You too Shannon, now GO!”