[ If they die right now, the last thing Ian ever says will be a scoffed out bullshit. Whether he means about his corpse or not being Nathan's type, no real time to hash that one out.
And then they book it.
He's not much of a fighter, but it turns out he is pretty quick. Not that he does much cardio these days, but he's a decent sprinter.
It means he's the first to make it to the doorway of a half-collapsed building, and he's the first to spot the fucking spider scorpion person. It has four extra arms and plating like a turtle but made out of fucking human skin.
Part of him stops faster than the rest, leaving his feet skidding forward like he's sliding into home base almost before his hands catch the pavement and he burpees himself back upright again. ]
Nope-
[ Is pretty much the only explanation Nathan's getting before Ian yanks him the opposite direction by the elbow. ]
Nope, nope, nope, hell no--
[ Holy fuck don't let that thing have seen them. He pivots toward the side of the building instead, trying to wrap his head around whatever the fuck that was. ]
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And then they book it.
He's not much of a fighter, but it turns out he is pretty quick. Not that he does much cardio these days, but he's a decent sprinter.
It means he's the first to make it to the doorway of a half-collapsed building, and he's the first to spot the fucking spider scorpion person. It has four extra arms and plating like a turtle but made out of fucking human skin.
Part of him stops faster than the rest, leaving his feet skidding forward like he's sliding into home base almost before his hands catch the pavement and he burpees himself back upright again. ]
Nope-
[ Is pretty much the only explanation Nathan's getting before Ian yanks him the opposite direction by the elbow. ]
Nope, nope, nope, hell no--
[ Holy fuck don't let that thing have seen them. He pivots toward the side of the building instead, trying to wrap his head around whatever the fuck that was. ]