[h3][color=0072bc]Log Entry #2: Subject #3418[/color] [/h3]

[@ShwiggityShwah]

Well, this went to hell pretty quickly.
One moment they were trudging along the sweltering dusts, miserable, but peaceful. It seemed like things wouldn’t get any worse. The universe apparently disagreed.

It happened almost instantly it seems, before they knew it they were running as fast as they could. The mix of confusion and sheer terror drowned out any other distractions. Slowly the world around them manifested itself as searing plasma whizzed by like angry wasps. One of the men looks behind his shoulder, his face twisted into a shocked and horrified expression that is trying to masquerade as a calm one, and sees the Reavers he was running from, far enough away. His expression stops it's masquerading as the man saw what he was running from as he stumbles and almost falls to the ground, quickly pushing himself up and staggering upright before he can. The hot sand burning his palms only fuels his adrenaline.

The other man and The Statue are sprinting in front of him. One of the men appears to be clinging to the back of The Statue, without hindering it much. The man tries to speed up and triggers his second wind running as his surroundings become more and more clear, passing the other on that is on foot. Looking behind his shoulder again has he passes him, he can't see his expression due to him wearing some long, tan "scarf" of cloth around his face. The scarfed man looks him dead in the eyes, before a red-green blast suddenly erupts from his chest and he topples over. He fades into the distance as more bolts of plasma sting his body, his corpse flinching every time they hit. Internally devastated the man keeps running, now is not the time to mourn. 

Quickly pulling from a holster that seems to be sewn into his khaki pants, crafted by hand (and from the stitch work, a drunk hand) he points a [url=https://www.hinterlandoutfitters.com/images/2015new/handguns/large/55816.jpg]rather large revolver[/url] behind him, vaguely in the direction of the Reavers, he fires and the gun nearly flies out of his hand, he turns back to focus on where he is running. It doesn't matter if the shot landed, probably would've just pissed them off a bit. Fortunately, the man spots a clearing, and turns his head to The Statue and gestures it to follow him into the alley. The Statue sees this and follows him into the clearing.

The man crouches down behind a pile of trash and catches his breath. Relaxation slowly spreads over him and he begins to smile. The smile fades away at the same speed it formed.

[color=aba000]"Bugger."[/color] He mutters under his breath. [color=aba000]"I think they lost us now, or they just don't care about us enough to hunt us down, I don't know.[/color] He says, wheezing heavily. [color=aba000]"What the hell are those things anyway?"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"I do not know, but it is not important, they have killed one of our crew members. The only thing that matters is that they are hostile and fairly dangerous."[/color]

[color=aba000]"We better get going, those things might be damn good sprinters."[/color]

The man clinging to the back of The Statue nods, The Statue itself does as well. They exit out the other end of the alley and begin sprinting again, in the same direction they were going.