[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XZCyPaz.png[/img][/center] [center][h2]Freeze in the Flood[/h2][/center] [hr][center][color=silver] π•Žπ•–π••: 𝕆𝕔π•₯. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 π•€π•€π•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / π•ƒπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕀𝕖 / / ~πŸ˜πŸπŸ›πŸ [/color][/center][hr] For a brief moment, the tunnels seemed like a safe place to rest; an opportunity that Marcus took advantage of for the few fleeting moments it was available. He leaned against the wall again, running his hand through his head, before slowly sliding down the wall into a sitting position. It was a pose very reminiscent of the Capture the Flags game, when he'd also found himself in a dark hole contemplating giving up. Although, back then it was just giving up on the game...it had bigger meaning here in the middle of what could be tentatively described as 'another failed evacuation attempt'. He wanted to just give up and hide in the tunnels until an actual evacuation team came to pick them up. Surely they'd send someone to get them after their actual escape route had failed. It was as he sat there that everything went to hell. It wasn't quickly this time, either. It seemed like whenever anything bad happened, it went by so quickly that Marcus had no time to actually figure out what had happened until afterwards. Here though, he heard it coming first. The curious sound of rushing water. The sound of a great wave. Normally he would have associated it with better times; back when he and Max would take a weekend away from home and drive down to the coast, relax in the ocean, hang out on the beach. Right now, that was not the feeling that came to mind. He looked down to his leg as the speaker crackled to life, Brent's voice echoing through both the cavern and his leg. [color=B0C4DE]"Allison, what th-”[/color] was all that came out before the voice stopped suddenly. Marcus looked to the ceiling, attempting to figure out the sense of dread that his body had picked up on. He felt it rush over them, a brief shaking as if they were in an earthquake, before the trapdoor started spewing water and a frightening pace. It was like being on a sinking ship; the leak poured water into the tunnels, creating a current that washed over him before he got a chance to stand up. Everyone else in the tunnels disappeared in a wave as water crashed over his face, and he could feel himself being carried away. His lungs already burned; he hadn't taken a breath before it had crashed over him. He couldn't tell if the tunnels were full, if he'd be able to get another breath, if he was about to drown. With so many questions, and the very real possibility of death...Marcus froze. In the middle of the current, his body stopped suddenly, flickering slightly as the water rushed over his still body. Two minutes passed as the water slowly drained, but to Marcus it seemed like it happened immediately. The sound of water rushing past his ears was silent. The feeling of the freezing current was replaced by a dull thud as he fell a short drop onto the ground. Everything changed in an instant from his perspective. It was disorienting to say the least, and he shook his head once before he opened his eyes. [i]It was there. The eyes. Hot fear coursed through his-[/i] Tater Tot licked his face, rubbing wet fur across his nose. Apparently he had been a suitable surface for the dog to latch onto, preventing the small creature from getting swept away into the tunnels. These were the events that [i]had[/i] transpired, but not anything that he contemplated in a sudden burst of panic. "[color 33ec06]AAAEHG![/color]" Marcus shouted rather eloquently, his hands moving underneath Tater Tot and physically launching the dog through the air in one swift motion. There was a quick moment of panic when Marcus tried to use literally all of his powers, shooting backwards far enough to nearly hit himself with the thrown dog, before scrabbling to his feet. Tater Tot hit the ground and rolled, splashing water as he did so, before also scrabbling to his feet. The two exchanged a look, before Tater Tot barked and Marcus flinched a little. "[color 33ec06]Goddammit. It was too much to ask that you drown, huh?[/color]" Marcus said, staring past the dog at the figures ambling around the tunnels. Everyone seemed to be alright at least. β€œ[color a2d9ce]Transmit. You guys okay in there? We've got three dead-- staff members. Everybody else out here is alive, but we’ve got injuries. Don’t know how bad yet. End transmission.[/color]” Most of them seemed to be alright at least. [color=B0C4DE]β€œRoll call. Who's still kicking? End Transmission.”[/color] Marcus sighed, partly out of relief and partly out of exasperation. Callan was okay, everyone that was in the tunnels seemed to be okay. As selfish as it sounded, those were basically all the people that he cared about at this moment. He shivered slightly, the chill of wet clothing beginning to settle in now that he wasn't worried about the possibly of drowning. "[color 33ec06]Transmit. Marcus, still here.[/color]" he said, interrupted by a short bark from Tater Tot, as if the dog were exclaiming his own well-being. "[color 33ec06]And Tater Tot. Over.[/color]"