[Michi was always a brave person, but not quite this suicidally brave. His eyes can't get wider, jumping back just in time to avoid any chance at being caught in a clumsy, preemptive strike from the horror. Is this it? Is this why they're out here? Is this what's killing everyone? Is he going to die?
Running seems like the wiser choice of action, but something deeper in him screams at him that he must not. He has to be here. His heart is pounding harder and harder until his whole body sears with the force of each beat. It's almost all he can hear.
It's too loud for him to hear the last thing the guy said, only being aware that he said something. The horror shuffles closer, writhing and swaying as one black arm impacts the ground, unnatural fingers clawing into the dirt and starts pulling itself close enough to try to strike again - and he still can't move at all.]
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Running seems like the wiser choice of action, but something deeper in him screams at him that he must not. He has to be here. His heart is pounding harder and harder until his whole body sears with the force of each beat. It's almost all he can hear.
It's too loud for him to hear the last thing the guy said, only being aware that he said something. The horror shuffles closer, writhing and swaying as one black arm impacts the ground, unnatural fingers clawing into the dirt and starts pulling itself close enough to try to strike again - and he still can't move at all.]