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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o9_6ykX4T8The exit is close, so close that you can nearly feel the door handle within your grasp. Sprinting forwards as if the hounds of hell were on your heels, you and Julia race against the gunmen who take aim, firing without a single shred of mercy.
A couple of shots whiz dangerously, dangerously close to your head, while others bounce right off of harpy-woman’s leftover armor. Moreover, with a good deal of their own ilk within the crowd, it’s difficult to get a clear shot on you, and it’s by that small shred of mercy that not a single bullet embeds itself in either you nor Julia.
Regardless of the gunfire coming your way, both of you continue to push and shove with equal frenzy, knocking gunmen and mutants alike to the floor.
Some guards take a swipe at you with those long, metallic rods they were carrying in a last-ditch attempt to keep either of you from reaching the exit, but, just like with the bullets, the sheer density of the crowd ultimately prevents them from nabbing you.
Between the bullets, smells, and stray powers firing every which way, your senses are on overload.
It’s enough to have your stomach making flip-flops, undecided as to which way it’s supposed to sit within your person; so, instead of letting your thoughts linger on the acrid tinge of gunpowder or the shamefully yet alluring aroma of blood, you set your sights onto the door that sits like a barrier between sanity and insanity.
“Kelpie! Snap out of it!” Julia growls, bringing you back to reality, and how your crystalline friend had noticed you’d been flagging is a mystery.
Then again, aside from Bernard who’d helped you with you under some relatively-safe, controlled circumstances, she’d gotten the most up-close-and-personal with the worst parts of your Berserker Mode. Whether or not it was an act of self-preservation, you appreciate the wake-up call nonetheless.
The final few steps towards the exit feel like nothing short of an eternity, but, once you’re through, all that pressure you felt building up from the sensory overload immediately dissipates, like air flying out of a balloon.
Much better. You breathe, some of the tension seeping out of your shoulder.
However, you don’t stop running until the exit is far from your sights, swerving around the corner to take refuge in an alcove.
>(1/3) 