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[b][u]Location[/u][/b] The Woods — With Group II
[b][u]Interacting With[/u][/b] Dani Olivia Johnson [@Symphoni], Tessa Gray [@Kirah], Malcolm Okada [@McHaggis], Alice Malone [@Undine], Everett Wilcox [@AcerRo], Peter Jelen [@Saltwater Thief]
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How many feet had he gained since running? How many drops of rain fell upon his head and clothes as the left and right feet went in front of each other in rapid succession? How many head turns had Grant do when he was unsure who was behind him? How many thoughts of worrying about his cousin, his sister, his girlfriend, his friends, and everyone in-between on whether or not they were safe from harm’s way?  Grant didn’t know the answer to any of those questions.

He felt like he was going in circles. He had no idea which route to take. For a good half of a minute, he saw Malcolm, but soon lost sight of him. The damned darkness hid his view from even a half of a foot in front of him. Grant barely had enough sight to see his hands in front of him. The rain wasn’t helping either. There were moments where he tripped over his own clumsiness. Yeah, of all times to be the weakest, stamina-wise, Grant had to be it, huh?  That’s what he got for not excelling at Gym Class. Whatever crossed Grant’s mind was always filled with that worry for those he cared about. He remember hearing something of a command from Everett to DanI to run, but among the screams, the rain, and the sudden thunder, Grant couldn’t be sure what he heard. 

[color=844dff][b]“Just run, Grant. Just run, Grant,”[/b][/color] he repeated that in both his mind and out loud as each big step he took was taken.  He tumbled, tripped, slipped, and pretty much everything one could think someone in his position would do. Like, think about it! Grant wasn’t very agile, and he was feeling exhausting from all of that initial running. So, he wasn’t exactly feeling the best. It would especially become obvious as he would tumble, trip, and slip over a piece of large wood. His body fell forwards, his head half-pointed down. Grant still couldn’t see what was in front of him, but the next thing he knew was that was rolling.  He must have fell down a hill. The sights of the ground and the moon partially hidden by the trees was coming in such a rapid-fire slideshow that Grant began to find himself being dizzy. 

However long Grant was rolling, he soon came to a stop as his body lay face-first on some kind of pavement.  He was able to move, but not that much. Each time he would try to move a leg, he felt a surge of painful agony go through that one leg. He had cuts all over his body. His clothes were torn all over, and he seemed to be bleeding from the left leg. It didn’t seem like a lot. He wasn’t bathing in a pool of his own blood, so that was good. Still, it seemed every muscle in his body was quite sore, so much so that Grant didn’t bother moving. He just hoped that someone would find him, or else he was going to have a shitty Wednesday.