[ What Michael lacks in speed and strength he makes up for in hyper-vigilance. He sees Bucky, Steve, the spread of monsters around them, his eyes tracking their movements even as he's running.
The goal is within sight. As long as he focuses on the task at hand, and the people depending on him, there's no room in his mind for fear. No one, and nothing, can stop him.
A lizard-like thing hurtles in at him from the left and he throws himself to the ground, rolling gracelessly on the grass and springing back up onto his feet like the world's most desperate amateur quarterback.
Michael's only a hundred yards out from the generator when something jumps, unlike any animal he's ever seen, and lands directly in front of him. Michael stops so suddenly that his feet slide out from under him, he lands on the wet ground with a thump, moving backwards on his hands as quickly as he can- but not quickly enough.
The sticky heat of the reptiles tongue, long and prehensile, latches around his angle, the barbs hooking into his skin through the fabric of his jeans. It doesn't hurt, there's some kind of numbing agent, but it's dragging him across the grass towards a knife-toothed mouth. If one bite doesn't kill him, he'll wish it had. ]
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[ What Michael lacks in speed and strength he makes up for in hyper-vigilance. He sees Bucky, Steve, the spread of monsters around them, his eyes tracking their movements even as he's running.
The goal is within sight. As long as he focuses on the task at hand, and the people depending on him, there's no room in his mind for fear. No one, and nothing, can stop him.
A lizard-like thing hurtles in at him from the left and he throws himself to the ground, rolling gracelessly on the grass and springing back up onto his feet like the world's most desperate amateur quarterback.
Michael's only a hundred yards out from the generator when something jumps, unlike any animal he's ever seen, and lands directly in front of him. Michael stops so suddenly that his feet slide out from under him, he lands on the wet ground with a thump, moving backwards on his hands as quickly as he can- but not quickly enough.
The sticky heat of the reptiles tongue, long and prehensile, latches around his angle, the barbs hooking into his skin through the fabric of his jeans. It doesn't hurt, there's some kind of numbing agent, but it's dragging him across the grass towards a knife-toothed mouth. If one bite doesn't kill him, he'll wish it had. ]
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