#v;lost

—— And he would quickly set his heels down hard upon the dirt, the quick reaction of attempting to sprint to whether a path would take him. The walkers had begun to fill the air with noise of various sounds; a vicious cycle of groaning and what you could call screaming was the only thing ears managed to have the misfortune of catching . A small slip of a boot had sent Lee falling down upon the marshy grass, rasped breaths and the trigger to motion hands behind him to try and make a move once more was the only thing his brain screamed out to do. Colliding upon the surface of a hard object had he faltered, no movements allowed him to endure any further. So he sat there, too weak to navigate on wards. Expressions contort into a mixture of anger and worry as he braces himself for the walker that had slowly been dragging it's way to him, eyes close tight as he waits for his demise.