Byrne moved quickly, focusing on nothing except the darkness in front of him and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest (and how much his abdomen was hurting, too; kind of hard to ignore that). By the time full awareness caught up with his body, he was already entering the first main hallway. The realization that he'd just plowed through potentially dangerous areas without caring too much about what was in them was enough to stop him short and make him reevaluate his life choices here.
Because really. Idiot. Way to act like a prisoner in some madman's torture house, running around like nothing mattered in a place where death was a real threat that could happen to anyone at any time! As if the monsters here didn't exist! Badd would have a conniption if he saw his friend like this, seriousl...
... Badd...
No. Relax. Byrne was a grown man. He could take care of himself by himself. He'd just have to be extra careful now that he didn't have Mother Hen in a Trenchcoat watching his back. It's okay. He could do this. Just keep going - and this time, PAY ATTENTION.
After a minute's hesitation, Byrne slowly but surely proceeded further down the hall. The cramping was starting to become a little too much for him, though, proven by how one hand subconsciously moved to his stomach. As if it would make the pain stop. Yeah, right.
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Byrne moved quickly, focusing on nothing except the darkness in front of him and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest (and how much his abdomen was hurting, too; kind of hard to ignore that). By the time full awareness caught up with his body, he was already entering the first main hallway. The realization that he'd just plowed through potentially dangerous areas without caring too much about what was in them was enough to stop him short and make him reevaluate his life choices here.
Because really. Idiot. Way to act like a prisoner in some madman's torture house, running around like nothing mattered in a place where death was a real threat that could happen to anyone at any time! As if the monsters here didn't exist! Badd would have a conniption if he saw his friend like this, seriousl...
... Badd...
No. Relax. Byrne was a grown man. He could take care of himself by himself. He'd just have to be extra careful now that he didn't have Mother Hen in a Trenchcoat watching his back. It's okay. He could do this. Just keep going - and this time, PAY ATTENTION.
After a minute's hesitation, Byrne slowly but surely proceeded further down the hall. The cramping was starting to become a little too much for him, though, proven by how one hand subconsciously moved to his stomach. As if it would make the pain stop. Yeah, right.
[Creeper children... 8) ]