[ Jeff furrows his brows, looking a little confused by Sharky's word choices. A little late for-- ]
Huh?
[ He starts to turn his head, to look over his shoulder at his pal, but he barely manages to move, much less process a single fucking thing, before he's struck with so much force, just wham, something solid cracking his skull, and he can't really--
Nothing makes--
Everything's spotty and spinning and it's like his brain's crashing around in his skull, and he's moving, he's really trying to crawl away, body on autopilot, all instinct with no real direction besides survive.
But there's big dark spots in his vision, one blooming over another and another, until there's nothing but black, and it feels like--
Something tugging on his sleeve, gently, whispering let go. He doesn't want to let go, though. He wants to stay, he wants to keep clutching to the spark inside, he-- ]
1/2 ooOOOOOOOO
Huh?
[ He starts to turn his head, to look over his shoulder at his pal, but he barely manages to move, much less process a single fucking thing, before he's struck with so much force, just wham, something solid cracking his skull, and he can't really--
Nothing makes--
Everything's spotty and spinning and it's like his brain's crashing around in his skull, and he's moving, he's really trying to crawl away, body on autopilot, all instinct with no real direction besides survive.
But there's big dark spots in his vision, one blooming over another and another, until there's nothing but black, and it feels like--
Something tugging on his sleeve, gently, whispering let go. He doesn't want to let go, though. He wants to stay, he wants to keep clutching to the spark inside, he-- ]