Blood rushed through his head like tidal waves, drowning out his every thought as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled into his eyes.  He had no idea if he could pull this escape off.  With each pulsing, jackhammer beat of his heart he could see a brand new vision of his comrades dead.  
[i]You're dead for sure if you don't move your ass![/i]
Quinn steeled himself for the chase that was to come.  He went over to Charlotte and roughly pulled her arm over his shoulder, trying to help take the weight off her leg.
"One eye, one leg," he smirked nervously.  What a ridiculous time to joke. 
There was no more time to deliberate, Quinn began to drag Charlotte along.