[fire] sender drags receiver out of a burning building
Some of the maps had fires, but they were always controlled, always contained. No one in the Trial expected an actual fire to break out in the gas station. But the massive explosion and plume of smoke was hard to ignore.
Felix ran up just as Nea ran out, coughing and brushing ash from her face. She had been in chase. "Where's the Wraith?"
"Still in there, far as I care," she said through coughs.
He didn't hesitate. He bolted into the building. This whole situation was strange, but he wasn't going to let anyone die in an accident like this. The Wraith had never been directly cruel to him. He didn't deserve this.
The fire was still spreading but it was mostly smoke in the body of the building. If Felix stayed low and pulled his shirt over his face, he could just about navigate the space. The back door was open, another exit if he needed. The killer was unconscious in the garage when Felix found him. Fortunately, though tall, he was slim, easy enough to drag.
Arms looped under the Wraith's, Felix took one last filtered breath before making his way to the back door. He could not imagine the others would be sympathetic to him saving the killer in this scenario, so he would put as much time and distance between them as he reasonably could.
Unexpected happenings weren't entirely rare within the Realms, but this was something neither party would normally expect to happen.
Everything was a fast blur; one moment he's chasing Nea around the garage of the station, the next a loud bang of an explosion sounds off. A typical loop turned a different side of deadly as heat and haze poured into the room rapidly.
He's barely able to process the explosion as flames crawled toward him within the pitch-black smoke. The stench makes him cough loudly, eyes widening in pure terror as he catches a glimpse of the blaze hurling toward him.
In a danger like this, most would take flight and get away from the source, and yet, his feet remained still in fright. Philip is frozen, shut down as the neverending nightmares paralyze his body and mind.
Philip's world faded to black as the terror won over his soul.
Then he wakes up and he's outside.
The green atmosphere from the Wrecker's Haven greets him warmly as his eyes slowly blink open. Philip is utterly confused; that should've been his demise just like the others before him.
His brain wakes as he looked upward, realizing the sky above was moving yet his legs remained motionless. Eyes adventured downwards towards his arms, panic needling his body as he pushed himself away.
However in doing so, pain radiates from his leg throughout his body. A sharp growl, similar to the screech produced from pallet stuns, unleashes from his mouth as he stumbles back onto the soil beneath.
The flames had marked the calf of his right leg, small drips of blood seeping from it and into the grass below. His dotted pupils dart back and forth from the injury to the survivor before him as he hyperventilates from it all.
There's nothing but terror in his gaze, something none of the survivors ever witnessed this closely before. Philip gazes at Felix, shock preventing him from moving... Not that he honestly knew what to do from that point.
Philip mustered a look-back towards the station; flames had consumed the entire half of the building they had escaped. Shifting back to Felix before him, his brain put two and two together.
The breathing became less panicked, but he was still actively panting from the horror and pain of it all.
