Alex Clark - New Orleans - Hotel - Chris/Cody/Jamie/Hazel
He didn't really have to do much as Chris checked if the guy was still alive. The crawlers were approaching slowly and nerve-wrackingly steadily, but they were not in immediate danger. As Chris dragged the man inside the car, Alex swiftly followed and slammed the door shut after he finally got in, suddenly closing out the storm. The sudden change of volume was only ruined by Jamie's complaining, and sadly for him Jamie didn't catch his angry glare. Helping Chris to get the man a rudimentary form of first aid, they raced towards the 'Hotel'.
Once there Cody and Jamie quickly ran inside through the raging weather as Chris waited him to help drag the man safely and carefully inside the building. After quickly running around the car with his rifle at the ready Alex concluded that there were no crawlers around to attack them immediately, as far as he could see in this bloody storm. Turning to help Chris they carried the man inside. He couldn't help noticing how fragile the man felt and could already feel a tingue of guilt coming up. They had practically killed a starving, panicked guy running around in a bloody tornado. He might've been just as dead without them, but at least he'd have had some sort of chance. Violently shaking his head he carried the guy inside where a helping hand immediately closed and locked the door again, shutting off the storm, and then led them to a place where they could deposit the guy.
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A collab between Mark, geri, Lilly and Roran
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Alex Clark - New Orleans - Jamie/Chris/Cody
He stared at Jamie, at first infuriated at the man for leaving behind Danny and refusing to tell them what exactly happened, he then realized that Jamie was now going through the same that he had been going through so many times before. Grudging with his own instinctive reaction he looked outside when suddenly Jamie bursted into panick as Cody suggested staying any longer. Goddamn bastard. He didn't even tell them if Danny was dead or not. Sadly, the crawlers chasing them were getting closer and closer, and Cody eventually gave in and pressed the gas pedal. The groaning of the car fighting against the raging storm outside was terrifying in its own way, the rain rattling against the thin walls of the vehicle as wind made it shake violently as it moved. As the car started moving Alex instinctively grabbed a handhold above the doors and was glad he had done so when suddenly the car slipped out of control and they ended up on an overgrown front yard. He muttered curses in his mouth when both Chris and Jamie convinced Cody to turn back and leave, abandoning any hopes of finding Danny out here again.
They continued to safety a lot slower to prevent getting the car total loss, but this also lengthened their exposure to the storm, and the time it took to pass the crawler horde dead ahead. They slowly pushed their way through the horde, the noises of the storm overruling any sound they might have made, and so only few noticed the humans inside and started slamming on the vehicle, creating cracks in Jamie's window, much to further destablize the frightened guy., causing him to urge Cody to hit the gas, pushing him aside to do it himself. Alex tried to intervene, but was thrown back when the car jerked forwards in all of a sudden, holding on for dear life as the car slipped and turned circles over the road. For a few anxious moments it felt as if the car would tip over, but luckily they hit a mailbox that stabilized the uncontrollable vehicle somewhat so Cody could eventually regain control, only to hit something heavy and human-like, catapulting it over the vehicle. When Alex recovered from the shock he was staring outside at the motionless body, and as he heard the discussion going on he was already reaching for the door. "We can't leave without even checking." He said resolutely, checking the magazine on his bolt-action hunting rifle and stepped outside.
The storm hit him like a train and for a moment he used the car to stabilize and get used to the bashing wind. Step by step he got closer to the person - or crawler - on the ground, cursing the extreme weather for the lack of visibility. The person was face-down on the ground and didn't move at all, making it hard to see if it was a crawler or a guy. He checked where they had come from and could see the small herd shuffling in his direction, and cursed loudly, his words being swallowed by the storm. "Fucking Jamie!" He approached the body, very much aware of both the approaching crawlers and the other's eyes piercing his back, and poked the body with his rifle's muzzle a few times, before turning over the body with the rifle enough to determine if it was a person or something that had once been human.
He stared at Jamie, at first infuriated at the man for leaving behind Danny and refusing to tell them what exactly happened, he then realized that Jamie was now going through the same that he had been going through so many times before. Grudging with his own instinctive reaction he looked outside when suddenly Jamie bursted into panick as Cody suggested staying any longer. Goddamn bastard. He didn't even tell them if Danny was dead or not. Sadly, the crawlers chasing them were getting closer and closer, and Cody eventually gave in and pressed the gas pedal. The groaning of the car fighting against the raging storm outside was terrifying in its own way, the rain rattling against the thin walls of the vehicle as wind made it shake violently as it moved. As the car started moving Alex instinctively grabbed a handhold above the doors and was glad he had done so when suddenly the car slipped out of control and they ended up on an overgrown front yard. He muttered curses in his mouth when both Chris and Jamie convinced Cody to turn back and leave, abandoning any hopes of finding Danny out here again.
They continued to safety a lot slower to prevent getting the car total loss, but this also lengthened their exposure to the storm, and the time it took to pass the crawler horde dead ahead. They slowly pushed their way through the horde, the noises of the storm overruling any sound they might have made, and so only few noticed the humans inside and started slamming on the vehicle, creating cracks in Jamie's window, much to further destablize the frightened guy., causing him to urge Cody to hit the gas, pushing him aside to do it himself. Alex tried to intervene, but was thrown back when the car jerked forwards in all of a sudden, holding on for dear life as the car slipped and turned circles over the road. For a few anxious moments it felt as if the car would tip over, but luckily they hit a mailbox that stabilized the uncontrollable vehicle somewhat so Cody could eventually regain control, only to hit something heavy and human-like, catapulting it over the vehicle. When Alex recovered from the shock he was staring outside at the motionless body, and as he heard the discussion going on he was already reaching for the door. "We can't leave without even checking." He said resolutely, checking the magazine on his bolt-action hunting rifle and stepped outside.
The storm hit him like a train and for a moment he used the car to stabilize and get used to the bashing wind. Step by step he got closer to the person - or crawler - on the ground, cursing the extreme weather for the lack of visibility. The person was face-down on the ground and didn't move at all, making it hard to see if it was a crawler or a guy. He checked where they had come from and could see the small herd shuffling in his direction, and cursed loudly, his words being swallowed by the storm. "Fucking Jamie!" He approached the body, very much aware of both the approaching crawlers and the other's eyes piercing his back, and poked the body with his rifle's muzzle a few times, before turning over the body with the rifle enough to determine if it was a person or something that had once been human.
Goddddd-fucking-damnit :D
Drawn during the first lesson of university this year;
Trying out a new method of outlining. A man-at-arms donning his armour.
Trying out a new method of outlining. A man-at-arms donning his armour.
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Alex Clark - Scouts - New Orleans - Storm
He dragged the crawler off of Charlie who was wildly flailing at the rotting thing, and then rammed his survival knife up from under the chin into the thing's skull, making it cease all of its agressive grabbing and biting at once. He was glad that when he outstretched his arm to help Charlie up that the wind, rain, cold and general circumstances of their rather panicked flight made the shaking of his hands invisible. He had thought of himself as prepared, he had grown confidence, but when facing the terror of mankind here in the field, that all seemed like a young child's claims. "We have to get going!" He yelled, and started running along the hedges of the suburb towards the car. How could they have known there was a crawler inside the bush. Thunder made the sky shake and both Alex and Charlie felt the instinctive need to dive for cover as lightning flashed way too close for their own comfort. The howling og the storm cut off any sounds except the streaming of his own blood and the rapid pounding of his own heart as they broke out of the hedges and made a run for the car. Slipping and sliding over the long and wet gras, they arrived at the vehicle, finding only Jamie and Cody inside. Alex knocked on the door and made a hurried gesture as he saw a crawler loom in the haze, and once Cody opened the door he quickly got inside.
"Shit turned into a bloody mess real quick. Where's Danny?" Alex asked between two hasty breaths, just before Cody could ask them the same question. He could see Cody's face adopt a worried frown, while Jamie's face distorted into a pained grimace. "Charlie? Where's Danny?" Alex repeated with a growing suspicion. Charlie slammed his fist against the seat and cursed out loud as they all realized that Danny was still out there or even worse, dead. "God-fucking-damnit Jamie? What happened to Danny?" Charlie erupted, while Alex was staring outside, hoping to find a trace of the guy. Nothing but the crawlers, slowly approaching. Soon they would have no more time.
He dragged the crawler off of Charlie who was wildly flailing at the rotting thing, and then rammed his survival knife up from under the chin into the thing's skull, making it cease all of its agressive grabbing and biting at once. He was glad that when he outstretched his arm to help Charlie up that the wind, rain, cold and general circumstances of their rather panicked flight made the shaking of his hands invisible. He had thought of himself as prepared, he had grown confidence, but when facing the terror of mankind here in the field, that all seemed like a young child's claims. "We have to get going!" He yelled, and started running along the hedges of the suburb towards the car. How could they have known there was a crawler inside the bush. Thunder made the sky shake and both Alex and Charlie felt the instinctive need to dive for cover as lightning flashed way too close for their own comfort. The howling og the storm cut off any sounds except the streaming of his own blood and the rapid pounding of his own heart as they broke out of the hedges and made a run for the car. Slipping and sliding over the long and wet gras, they arrived at the vehicle, finding only Jamie and Cody inside. Alex knocked on the door and made a hurried gesture as he saw a crawler loom in the haze, and once Cody opened the door he quickly got inside.
"Shit turned into a bloody mess real quick. Where's Danny?" Alex asked between two hasty breaths, just before Cody could ask them the same question. He could see Cody's face adopt a worried frown, while Jamie's face distorted into a pained grimace. "Charlie? Where's Danny?" Alex repeated with a growing suspicion. Charlie slammed his fist against the seat and cursed out loud as they all realized that Danny was still out there or even worse, dead. "God-fucking-damnit Jamie? What happened to Danny?" Charlie erupted, while Alex was staring outside, hoping to find a trace of the guy. Nothing but the crawlers, slowly approaching. Soon they would have no more time.
Allright every player character is invited to join Thomas at his table.
Thomas Erhart and Joseph Dumoulin
A collab by Sketcher and Roran
As the days morphed into weeks that seamlessly streamed past his consciousness he fell back into the old training rythmn. Thanks to his two years experience though, he shone at every simple excercise the instructors threw at him, and his confidence as a soldier kept growing. His duty of protecting his family was over. Now he would look farther, and protect all of mankind. Despite the instructors trying to break his confidence, any challenge thrown at him was overcome, if not at first, it was eventually, and he earned the jealousy aswell as admiration of the other trainees. And he didn't mind that at all.
It was about a month into the training program when he met Joseph Dumoulin, during the hand-to-hand combat training. Thomas, having grown up beating people up, having had this entire training session before and gratefully used it in practice already, was looking forwards to defeating this young man in front of him. He didn't look out of shape, not that anyone still looked out of shape right now, but this guy looked as if he was taking the training as serious as Thomas himself.
"Hi, my name's Thomas." He said, awaiting the guy to charge him with the knife.
Joseph was paired up with the one guy who had passed him in 3DMG, as he had remarked. He was holding the wooden knife lightly as he faced the trainee introducing himself as "Thomas". "Pleasure," he simply said, looking at his opponent with menacing eyes. He wasn't really annoyed by Thomas himself and nor was he trying to be rude. He was mostly bothered by the fact that this guy might just be able to throw him on the ground. "Joseph Dumoulin," the boy introduced himself before spinning the wooden knife in his palm quickly and gripping it once more, lunging at his opponent with the knife close to his own stomach and his other hand put forward.
Thomas snak a little bit throuh his knees as the other person attacked, and noticed that the other guy was doing the smart thing. If you were attacking an unarmed person with a knife you had to do so furiously and so that he would have little chance to grab your knife. As Joseph's hand went for his collar he grabbed it with his right hand and redirected it to pass over his own shoulder while he stepped diagonally forwards himself, using his left foot as a sweeping branch to knock his opponent on his face.
Seeing the hand pass towards his collar, Joseph quickly reached his free hand to push the hand away but before he knew it, the boy found himself on the ground. Feeling some pain radiating from his face, Joseph continued to clutch the knife, looking more irritated than before.
Offering his hand to the guy on the ground who now wore a nigh venomous look on his face, he burst into laughter. "Hey, I've done this before. Keep up the good work!" He encouraged the younger kid and got him up his feet again.
Joseph took the hand and got up. "What do you mean you've done this before?" he asked curiously. While they had done this training a few times during the passing weeks, putting himself aside from the others, it was like Thomas was suggesting that he had more experience with the exercise itself. Joseph turned the knife in his hand, grabbing it by the wooden blade and holding the handle out towards Thomas.
Suddenly he cursed his large mouth and shrugged. "I grew up in a ... rough place." He replied, trying not to sound as if he had murdered a criminal gang leader, and several of his thugs, not even three months ago, using the same skills he was using now. He accepted the dagger and took some distance, ready to attack. "Anyways, my turn to be the starving orphan trying to kill you for food."
Yes. Joseph was a good kid.
He could brightly remember how annoying the climbing courses were as he felt his fingernail bend under the weight of his body, as he blindly searched for a place to support his right foot with. Oof, there it was. Continuing up the cliff, keeping in mind the 'three out of four' principle, he dared glancing below him, where the rest of his group of trainees was way behind. Except Joseph ofcourse, slowly catching up to him now he paused. "That damn brat." He mused, and started climbing up again. Always three support points and one arm or leg looking for a new support. Repeating the principle as he climbed in his head as a sort of mantra, he reached the top.
Carefully climbing up with the rope tied around his waist and up to the top of the rock cliff. He kept his eyes on Thomas and he stopped moving for the few moments they locked eyes. He went on to climb quicker, getting some cuts on his legs from grinding on to the rocks while doing so, still careful not to fall.
The team excercises were one of his favorite parts. He had always been the leader of his gang of brothers and sisters, and leading this bunch of trainees, all younger than him, made him think of the good old days in the streets of Trost. It only helped that due to his skill, however much cheated, unbeknownst to the other recruits, gave him a natural air of competence that the others gladly followed.
He grinned in an almost mean fashion as he swirled around the trees fluently as ever, ignoring the occasional branch whipping into his face, as he sped ahead of the other recruits in the obstacle parcour. Swinging around a thick tree he found himself encountered with a large and treaturously hard cushion quickly moving his way, which he managed to avoid smoothly by reeling out his wire and lowering altitude. Glancing behind him he saw the first movements of the trainees catching up as he dawdled, when one of the instructors cut his wire. spinning in the air at a high speed he managed to land his second hook and regain control over his flight in the nick of time, and continued the last few dozens of meters towards the exit, proudly awaiting the other trainees as he gave the instrutor an accomplished look. He'd probably regret that.
For Joseph, trees were tricky. He was used to long buildings and small streets to navigate. Though this wasn't that different, he could still feel the difference of speed between the two areas. There were some rare titan dummies hidden behind the trees that would spin around just as the area came into the trainees' sights. He noticed a familiar figure in the distance. What the... He clenched his teeth and made two quick sharp turns around two paralleled trees, around the tree Thomas was on, looking at him, bewildered. Seeing how he was waiting, Joseph decided to stick to the tree, resting his back against it.
Ofcourse, then there were the courses. He switched between an attitude of 'know-it-all' and utter and complete disinterest as he attended class after class, all of which he had done already. He knew everything about how to fight titans, how to maintain and repair his 3DMG, what history there was of mankind, how to operate cannons... Depending on the subject and teacher, he either slept or answered nearly every question he posed, much to the annoyance of some teachers and pupils alike.
teaing from the rather nice stew that was served in the cafetaria in the evening he jgnored most of the ruckus going on around him as the trainees arrived to get their own plate of food and make an awful lot of teenage squabling for a supposedly disciplined regiment of soldiers. He had as usually arrived first, and found himself alone on his table, with others filling up fast.
A collab by Sketcher and Roran
As the days morphed into weeks that seamlessly streamed past his consciousness he fell back into the old training rythmn. Thanks to his two years experience though, he shone at every simple excercise the instructors threw at him, and his confidence as a soldier kept growing. His duty of protecting his family was over. Now he would look farther, and protect all of mankind. Despite the instructors trying to break his confidence, any challenge thrown at him was overcome, if not at first, it was eventually, and he earned the jealousy aswell as admiration of the other trainees. And he didn't mind that at all.
It was about a month into the training program when he met Joseph Dumoulin, during the hand-to-hand combat training. Thomas, having grown up beating people up, having had this entire training session before and gratefully used it in practice already, was looking forwards to defeating this young man in front of him. He didn't look out of shape, not that anyone still looked out of shape right now, but this guy looked as if he was taking the training as serious as Thomas himself.
"Hi, my name's Thomas." He said, awaiting the guy to charge him with the knife.
Joseph was paired up with the one guy who had passed him in 3DMG, as he had remarked. He was holding the wooden knife lightly as he faced the trainee introducing himself as "Thomas". "Pleasure," he simply said, looking at his opponent with menacing eyes. He wasn't really annoyed by Thomas himself and nor was he trying to be rude. He was mostly bothered by the fact that this guy might just be able to throw him on the ground. "Joseph Dumoulin," the boy introduced himself before spinning the wooden knife in his palm quickly and gripping it once more, lunging at his opponent with the knife close to his own stomach and his other hand put forward.
Thomas snak a little bit throuh his knees as the other person attacked, and noticed that the other guy was doing the smart thing. If you were attacking an unarmed person with a knife you had to do so furiously and so that he would have little chance to grab your knife. As Joseph's hand went for his collar he grabbed it with his right hand and redirected it to pass over his own shoulder while he stepped diagonally forwards himself, using his left foot as a sweeping branch to knock his opponent on his face.
Seeing the hand pass towards his collar, Joseph quickly reached his free hand to push the hand away but before he knew it, the boy found himself on the ground. Feeling some pain radiating from his face, Joseph continued to clutch the knife, looking more irritated than before.
Offering his hand to the guy on the ground who now wore a nigh venomous look on his face, he burst into laughter. "Hey, I've done this before. Keep up the good work!" He encouraged the younger kid and got him up his feet again.
Joseph took the hand and got up. "What do you mean you've done this before?" he asked curiously. While they had done this training a few times during the passing weeks, putting himself aside from the others, it was like Thomas was suggesting that he had more experience with the exercise itself. Joseph turned the knife in his hand, grabbing it by the wooden blade and holding the handle out towards Thomas.
Suddenly he cursed his large mouth and shrugged. "I grew up in a ... rough place." He replied, trying not to sound as if he had murdered a criminal gang leader, and several of his thugs, not even three months ago, using the same skills he was using now. He accepted the dagger and took some distance, ready to attack. "Anyways, my turn to be the starving orphan trying to kill you for food."
Yes. Joseph was a good kid.
He could brightly remember how annoying the climbing courses were as he felt his fingernail bend under the weight of his body, as he blindly searched for a place to support his right foot with. Oof, there it was. Continuing up the cliff, keeping in mind the 'three out of four' principle, he dared glancing below him, where the rest of his group of trainees was way behind. Except Joseph ofcourse, slowly catching up to him now he paused. "That damn brat." He mused, and started climbing up again. Always three support points and one arm or leg looking for a new support. Repeating the principle as he climbed in his head as a sort of mantra, he reached the top.
Carefully climbing up with the rope tied around his waist and up to the top of the rock cliff. He kept his eyes on Thomas and he stopped moving for the few moments they locked eyes. He went on to climb quicker, getting some cuts on his legs from grinding on to the rocks while doing so, still careful not to fall.
The team excercises were one of his favorite parts. He had always been the leader of his gang of brothers and sisters, and leading this bunch of trainees, all younger than him, made him think of the good old days in the streets of Trost. It only helped that due to his skill, however much cheated, unbeknownst to the other recruits, gave him a natural air of competence that the others gladly followed.
He grinned in an almost mean fashion as he swirled around the trees fluently as ever, ignoring the occasional branch whipping into his face, as he sped ahead of the other recruits in the obstacle parcour. Swinging around a thick tree he found himself encountered with a large and treaturously hard cushion quickly moving his way, which he managed to avoid smoothly by reeling out his wire and lowering altitude. Glancing behind him he saw the first movements of the trainees catching up as he dawdled, when one of the instructors cut his wire. spinning in the air at a high speed he managed to land his second hook and regain control over his flight in the nick of time, and continued the last few dozens of meters towards the exit, proudly awaiting the other trainees as he gave the instrutor an accomplished look. He'd probably regret that.
For Joseph, trees were tricky. He was used to long buildings and small streets to navigate. Though this wasn't that different, he could still feel the difference of speed between the two areas. There were some rare titan dummies hidden behind the trees that would spin around just as the area came into the trainees' sights. He noticed a familiar figure in the distance. What the... He clenched his teeth and made two quick sharp turns around two paralleled trees, around the tree Thomas was on, looking at him, bewildered. Seeing how he was waiting, Joseph decided to stick to the tree, resting his back against it.
Ofcourse, then there were the courses. He switched between an attitude of 'know-it-all' and utter and complete disinterest as he attended class after class, all of which he had done already. He knew everything about how to fight titans, how to maintain and repair his 3DMG, what history there was of mankind, how to operate cannons... Depending on the subject and teacher, he either slept or answered nearly every question he posed, much to the annoyance of some teachers and pupils alike.
teaing from the rather nice stew that was served in the cafetaria in the evening he jgnored most of the ruckus going on around him as the trainees arrived to get their own plate of food and make an awful lot of teenage squabling for a supposedly disciplined regiment of soldiers. He had as usually arrived first, and found himself alone on his table, with others filling up fast.
Alex Clark - New Orleans - Scouts/Danny/Cody
Rummaging through the abandoned house he flinched when he found a cracked photograph of a just married couple. They looked so happy together, as if nothing could ever go wrong. Most likely both of them were now both dead. It made him feel melancholic to see such clear and optimistic remnants of the the world as it used to be, but he was quickly shaken out of his pondering as Danny spoke up, mentioning the quickly deteriorating weather. For a moment Alex did not care, what was the worst that could happen? Lots of rain? He was used to that. But once he remembered he was in the US South-Eastern Coast again he remembered that extreme weather here meant hurricanes, and he quicjkly shot into action, packing up the few items he had found worth keeping. Putting his backpack on he nodded in response to Danny as he rushed towards the rest, and quickly hurried towards the car and Cody himself.
Once outside he was slapped in the face by the sudden gushing winds, making him protect his face with his arms as he was whipped by a cloud of dust and sand, the wind singing around him. He struggled his way towards the car to find it wobbling hence and forth on its suspension which looked about as funny as it was scary. He turned around before getting in to see how Rudy and the others were doing, when he saw their silhouettes. "Crawlers!" He yelled, but his voice was lost in the wind. A wild movement in the corner of his eye notified him of Danny and the others arriving from their house as the door flapped like a madman in the howling winds, when he heard Danny yell at him. He vaguely understood what the plan was, as he saw Chris run towards him while Danny and Jamie ran off in another direction. They'd try to divert the crawler's attention.
"Let's get going!" He yelled to Charlie once he was in earshot, and ran towards the car, but quickly noticed the crawlers following them. He could hardly lead those to the car right? He stopped and waved over to Danny that he was going to take a small detour and lure them away, not that he'd understand, but it was something. With the crawlers moving behind them he pressed himself through a withered bush, probably something that hadn't been meant to grow in this climate without human aid, and would try to run around the houses' backyards to lose the crawlers.
Rummaging through the abandoned house he flinched when he found a cracked photograph of a just married couple. They looked so happy together, as if nothing could ever go wrong. Most likely both of them were now both dead. It made him feel melancholic to see such clear and optimistic remnants of the the world as it used to be, but he was quickly shaken out of his pondering as Danny spoke up, mentioning the quickly deteriorating weather. For a moment Alex did not care, what was the worst that could happen? Lots of rain? He was used to that. But once he remembered he was in the US South-Eastern Coast again he remembered that extreme weather here meant hurricanes, and he quicjkly shot into action, packing up the few items he had found worth keeping. Putting his backpack on he nodded in response to Danny as he rushed towards the rest, and quickly hurried towards the car and Cody himself.
Once outside he was slapped in the face by the sudden gushing winds, making him protect his face with his arms as he was whipped by a cloud of dust and sand, the wind singing around him. He struggled his way towards the car to find it wobbling hence and forth on its suspension which looked about as funny as it was scary. He turned around before getting in to see how Rudy and the others were doing, when he saw their silhouettes. "Crawlers!" He yelled, but his voice was lost in the wind. A wild movement in the corner of his eye notified him of Danny and the others arriving from their house as the door flapped like a madman in the howling winds, when he heard Danny yell at him. He vaguely understood what the plan was, as he saw Chris run towards him while Danny and Jamie ran off in another direction. They'd try to divert the crawler's attention.
"Let's get going!" He yelled to Charlie once he was in earshot, and ran towards the car, but quickly noticed the crawlers following them. He could hardly lead those to the car right? He stopped and waved over to Danny that he was going to take a small detour and lure them away, not that he'd understand, but it was something. With the crawlers moving behind them he pressed himself through a withered bush, probably something that hadn't been meant to grow in this climate without human aid, and would try to run around the houses' backyards to lose the crawlers.
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