There's an additional, entirely unwelcome surge of fear as he is suddenly grabbed and shouted at, by someone very large and very strong and very much wielding a large gun, and this is just so many kinds of horrible. As if he needed to be pushed any further into panic.
It's pure instinct and muscle memory that makes him follow, stumbling a little but barely noticing the pain of hurrying barefoot over all this debris, and he's still barely able to draw breath or see because there's all this dust and shit in the air, and everything seems to be happening at once and his heart is thumping painfully in his chest and he thinks he recognises that voice, which. He doesn't understand. But it's probably the only thing stopping him from trying to pull away or run in the opposite direction, even with how his grip hurts.
Half-formed theories are flitting through his mind, like a terrorist attack, or some ridiculous Rift bollocks, but it's currently entirely impossible to think any of it through because he can barely keep on his feet and take in his immediate surroundings, much less form rational thought. There's stuff fighting to make itself known inside his head, stuff he does his very best to keep buried, stuff that makes him incapable of properly coping with what's going on around him, and he can't do that right now, he needs to be present, he needs to be alert, or else. Well, he has a distinct feeling he won't make it out alive otherwise.
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It's pure instinct and muscle memory that makes him follow, stumbling a little but barely noticing the pain of hurrying barefoot over all this debris, and he's still barely able to draw breath or see because there's all this dust and shit in the air, and everything seems to be happening at once and his heart is thumping painfully in his chest and he thinks he recognises that voice, which. He doesn't understand. But it's probably the only thing stopping him from trying to pull away or run in the opposite direction, even with how his grip hurts.
Half-formed theories are flitting through his mind, like a terrorist attack, or some ridiculous Rift bollocks, but it's currently entirely impossible to think any of it through because he can barely keep on his feet and take in his immediate surroundings, much less form rational thought. There's stuff fighting to make itself known inside his head, stuff he does his very best to keep buried, stuff that makes him incapable of properly coping with what's going on around him, and he can't do that right now, he needs to be present, he needs to be alert, or else. Well, he has a distinct feeling he won't make it out alive otherwise.