"Oh shit… We better move."
—— 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.
'...'
