09-29-2010, 04:03 PM
Wallace watched as everyone was reunited with their friends. The bitter cold nipped at his exposed face and neck as his blood began to feel like they were freezing in his veins. His mind worked feverishly, trying to figure out what his safest bet was even though it appeared that it was getting onto the bus. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his body, then walked over to the entrance of the thrashed vehicle. Taking one last look behind him, he grimaced at the scene that Kerian and Diantha were making, turned back and crawled through the emergency exit.
He took a seat next to the exit so he could collect the remaining bits of his sanity. The enclosed space was starting to smell like blood and the scent burned his nose. Moments like these, music would probably have been the best way to cope for Wally, but his IPod was busted from a previous situation. He closed his eyes, willingly allowing himself to calm down for the time being. This was going to be a long night for him and the other survivors.
|