[center][hr][h3][color=c4df9b]Martin Cromwell.[/color][/h3]
By the campfire.
[hider=Interactions.][@Atrophy] & [@FernStone] & [@Surtr Inc][/hider][hr]

Martin watched Rita carefully as she responded to Tuyen, having developed a keen eye to her mannerisms after living with her. He could easily tell that she was far from comfortable, she seemed to be drawing into herself. It worried him, he knew that she had wanted tonight to go well and this was about as far from well as one could get. He'd need to pull her aside to talk to her about this, though he wasn't sure that she'd be willing to talk with Tuyen around. He swallowed back the bile of his anxiety and focused on figuring out what he was going to say to her later. He didn't have long to think it over. 

The sound was terrible. A sort of wet, cracking, noise that conjured images of horror movies. Martin liked horror movies, [i]especially[/i] the cheesy slasher kind. The [i]dumb kids at a camp getting hacked to bits kind. The not [b]me[/b], not [b]I[/b], not in Farmer [b]fucking[/b] Hill kind.[/i] The kind of movies where he'd get so frustrated that they didn't have a strategy. The kind of movies that you couldn't help getting infuriated with. The kind of movies that weren't [i]real.[/i] The kind that weren't [i]happening right in front of him.[/i] 

The teacher's head splitting down the middle was [i]nothing[/i] like the movies. He was frozen in horror when he saw it. For a second, he barely dared to breathe at all as if his breath alone could invoke some angry spirit. Blood splattered the ground around a [i]creature[/i] that was far more monster than boy. It looked like something out of a nightmare. It's eyes were burning brilliantly orange and it had a peculiar smile about it. It's flesh looked as if it were made of stone. It raised it's axe again, the steel shining in the glow of the firelight, the metal almost seeming hot with intent.

He heard a girl scream for them to run, her voice lost in the rising panic. He could see Kimberly helping the girl as she bolted, he could see the other forms of terrified kids as they stumbled off or stood shock still. He could hear angry words, scared pitching voices and and his own blood roaring in his ears. His heart was pounding in his throat, he could barely draw in a ragged breath. The scene was disorienting, shock was setting in and he was getting dizzy.

He didn't want to faint in the midst of all of this chaos and he wasn't about to let himself. He had to [i]move[/i], but [i]where?[/i] It seemed like everyone was running everywhere all at once. They were scattering like ants, some in small groups and a few scraggling loners. He couldn't ditch Rita, he knew that much, he had to keep her in his sight. Wherever she went, he'd follow, they had to stick together. Tuyen too, he knew she had a cousin but all be damned if he knew where the guy was or what he looked like. The only way they were going to get through this with their heads in place was to stick together.

He struggled to keep his voice even, trying not to be too loud or too quiet. "[color=c4df9b]We need to stick together,[/color]" he stressed, swallowing thickly as he spoke to the two girls. "[color=c4df9b]And not dawdle, if we leave as a unit then it'll be safer than splitting up. I'll take up the rear, just go as fast as you can.[/color]"[/center]