Faster, needed to go faster, needed to reach the door... But it was a bit hard to do that when his partner of the moment wanted to try and kill... whatever that had been. Fingers tightening around a strap of her tactical gear, Carlos yanked harder. Again!
'Echo we gotta go! Stop shooting at the... the...' He could feel the thud though his boots as the... not zombie chased after them. 'Stop! C'mon, I will throw you over my shoulder I swear to-'
Glancing over his shoulder he tried to figure out how it could see them, the upper legs flailing like antennae that were locked in on their location. It was only after stumbling, almost taking them both down to the ground that Carlos realized why Echo was being so difficult. Where had her helmet gone? Shit, it hadn't been with them when they'd woken up in that room, regaining his balance and yanking her up onto his shoulder.
'I know you can't hear me, so you can't be mad at me.'
Very much a logical thought, shifting his balance as she struggled to be let down. Not a fuckin' chance with that thing stumbling after them. Where the hell were they, and what the fuck was that thing?!
@rcliicta's echo has been invited to the garden...
