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The airport was as crowded as ever. Nobody wanted to stay in the crowd long so it was also busy. It was a miracle Jund was able to stay standing when businessmen with large suitcases violently pushed past him. He had a heavy backpack on his shoulders that was anchoring him in place and making it even harder to move around. Oh what he would give for teleportation abilities to just teleport to baggage claim. Eventually he gave in and joined with the pushing just so he could get past the busy people that didn’t have a care if even a toddler got trampled.

The only solace Jund had in the commotion was that his friends were in baggage claim, waiting for him so they could get lunch. His mind wandered and he pulled out his phone. The screen was blown up with texts from the small group, wondering where he was and how much longer he was going to take. It was only a small get together since they hadn’t seen each other for a year so it was no huge deal to be on time. They only had a few days together, though so might as well spend it having fun and not being pushed down the stairs.

It was a shame that was exactly what happened. As Jund was looking at his phone, a man was slinging a backpack over his shoulder. The backpack hit Jund square in the spine. The force had him trip forward. He lost his footing on the step and fell right now. He could’ve sworn his life flashed before his eyes. He braced for impact and brought his limbs closer to his body, which didn’t exactly help with catching himself. He tumbled down several steps, people choosing to move out of the way instead of helping him. Thankfully he wasn’t far from the bottom.

When he hit the floor he was in a daze. His head hurt but he managed to shield it from major damage He heard hurried footsteps going towards him so he looked up. Standing above him was Snake, one of his friends that he was supposed to be meeting. He had apparently saw the commotion.

“You okay?” he asked in his low tone.

Jund nodded and took the hand Snake was offering to get himself up. “I should really just get my bags so we can leave,” he prompted, getting a nod in response from Snake.

The two of them walked to baggage claim and had to stand for several minutes until they spotted Jund’s bag, which had been circulating three times after they got there. Soon, they were able to meet up with the rest of the group.

Jund had scuffs and bruises along his arms and it kind of looked like had been in a fight… and lost. Snake was the first to notice this when he looked at Jund and checked the damage. When he saw the confused looks from the rest of the group he decided he would be the first to address it.

“He lost a fight with the staircase,” he explained briefly, earning laughs from the group, save for Jund. Jund’s response was to drop Snake’s hand, which he hadn’t realized he had been holding the whole time, and walk away.

“I’m booking the next flight back,” he said, yelling to them behind his back. “Fuck you guys.”

The group had to chase after him and drag him the car in the parking lot so they could get lunch.