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[limped]

[ Early in the morning, whoever is awake will hear a very panicked Newt over the network. ]

They buggin' run! THEY RUN.

[ He sounds out of breath, and despite trying to speak in a hushed whisper, he's sort of loud due to his panic. Guess who has two thumbs and 100% wants to be inside the walls. ]

Shuck only walking! It bloody climbed a tree tryin' to get at me!

[ A tree he'd climbed and then promptly abandoned when the thing climbed it to get to him, jumping down did his leg no favours nor did trying to run as fast as he could, not that he was going to complain about it like some shuck baby. ]

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here u go dragging tommy in this and also leaving it open for Alex

[limped]

[ So someone had found him? The aggressive ruckus ahead of his tree brings him relief as he stands up straight from his hiding spot, stepping out to lock eyes with... The Whacker Walker. ]

Uh! [ There's only a split second between them where the thing seems to realise what it's looking at before it lunges forward into a dead run. ] Shit! You're not as buggin' close as ya thought you were! [ He takes off in the direction he'd come from before, at least, he thinks it's where he came from. He runs until his lungs feel like fire, and his heart is pumping acid. He can hear the thing chasing behind him, and movement to his left causes him to put even more into running than he thought he still had.

He keeps running out of necessity and fear, not listening to anything on the radio, he passes something else, it looks like a large animal, or maybe just another Walker, either way, he's not stopping until he turns to look over his shoulder and smacks right into someone or something that was moving just as quickly as him.

Stumbling back he goes down, falling on his ass with a yelp. RUN INTO A WALKER NEWT. GREAT IDEA. His hair is dark with sweat and matted down to his face. And his face is in no better state, the almost healed scrape under his eye met with another one by his temple and dark dirt clings to the sweat on his face, making him look almost as rabid as one of those things. He doesn't hesitate, he acts, and the act is him shoving off from the ground to lunge at the "Walker" that had gotten in his way before it moved against him.

His mind was on Daryl, and the other stupid idiot that followed him out, and Tommy as he grabbed a rock nearby raising it above his head to - oh, brown eyes. Brown eyes he knows. ]

[shuckit]

[ you know what's easy to follow? a seven-foot tall leopard man.

the second newt's voice had erupted on the comms, thomas had bolted without a word or attempt to coordinate. because that's what thomas does on a normal day, let alone on a day when the best friend he'd already watched die once is out stuck in a tree, possibly about to die again. sorry, team, but for all his talk about team work, sometimes thomas just doesn't care.

he listens in on the comms to daryl, and glenn, and alex, looks for them in the forest, but doesn't chime in, because he's not interested in stopping to talk about this. for a while he's watching daryl from a distance, willing him to track faster. when the huge man-leopard starts making it through the forest, that wish is granted, and daryl probably sees thomas dash off after him - strangely fast for a scrawny little teenager. he's not far behind alex when--

when newt fucking body slams him into the ground, and looks like he's about to crack his skull open with a damn rock. ]

Shit--, Newt waitwaitwait, it's me! [ not that they have a lot of time to talk about it, because the whacker walker is charging along right behind him, lunging at the pile of them. with a quick shove, thomas tosses newt to the side as the walker descends, and meets the thing's face with the knife he'd already had free and ready, the weight of the walker plunging the blade through it's left eye. ]

[limped]

[ It takes him a moment to process that Tommy is shouting at him to find his chill, before he's shoved to the side. Newt rolls on his back with an "oof" noise, still somewhat tangled Thomas and now another creature. They're a mess of limbs, with a gross dead??? Dying??? thing on top of both of them (mostly Thomas though). Following along with everything is kind of hard when your best friend is shoving you to the side to get you out of the way.

He doesn't wait for the thing to try again, moving to roughly shove it off of Thomas. Newt wastes very little time getting to his feet, a small wince at the weight put on his twisted ankle. This was like the Scorch all over again. ]

Come on! Come on! [ No point in being quiet now, it's not like they weren't making a ridiculous amount of noise. Newt's hands drop the rock an instead go to grab at Thomas's arm and grabbing his hand to yank him up. ] There were more! [ Why were there so many people trying to save him? Thomas, he expected, probably. Daryl and Alex muscled their way into trying to bring him back alive. He hadn't asked for the help, not that he wasn't thankful.

He knew Thomas had made some kind of deal with Daryl, so he could understand Daryl attempting to help him, but leaving out into the forest to find him? It was a bloody stupid move, on all three of the other males. ]