location: ivy's van status: closed @monstersunderurbed
When he'd started running, it hadn't been with any direction or location in mind. Though he'd very quickly realized that running was a bad idea, his limp slowing him down significantly and causing him to wince with every other thud of his sneaker on the pavement. And then, in a panic, he'd done his best to get a better understanding of his surroundings.
The trailer park wasn't far, and he knew that's where Ivy's van was parked. Or it had been the last time he'd seen it. And he prayed to a deity he was never really sure if he believed in that it would still be there now.
As he approached the trailer park, his footfalls were becoming slower, not quite as rhythmic. When he saw the van, he was practically walking, though his gait was still fast, and he was limping. He kept looking over his shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, adjusting his cropped halter where it had become askew around his neck and then all but falling into the side of the van with a THUMP!
"Ivy, let me in! Andale!" He shouted, smacking a hand against the side of the van, too, for good measure. Iggy was panting, forehead against the cool metal siding, his bad leg only touching the ground with the toe of his shoe, no weight on it anymore.
