#paralyze

Six and Mono sprinted through the abandoned house as support beams cracked around them. It was only a matter of time before they felt the floor start to give way, and with one last futile attempt to avoid the falling debris, they fell into the pit below.

The air smelled of smoke. The room felt like it was spinning. Scraps of wood and cement were littered all over the floor. The floorboards of the lower floor were old and splintered, and they gave Mono several cuts as he got up. His brain felt like it was on fire, and moving too fast made him dizzier than he already was. He pulled himself to his feet as he observed his surroundings.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, having gotten a splinter from the wood floors, and looked around, only to spot Six wedged between debris. She lifted her head groggily and reached out for help, and in response, Mono grabbed her hands and tugged her out of the pile.

The two fell backward with a thud. Mono lay there for a second, catching his breath after getting the wind knocked out of him. After getting his breathing straight, Mono stood up and turned toward Six, who remained of the floor. He reached out to help her up, to which Six merely looked up at him with wide, scared eyes and a pale face.