[ the shot rings out, and he immediately panics. Should have run back then, he knew it; whatever dregs of his consciousness convinced him to stay here and talk to Gilbert had been wrong, wrong, wrong, and the sharp, shooting pain in his shoulder convinces him as much. This man's a dangerous monster as much as any of the other shadows lurking in the fog.
He screams at the sudden burn of the injury. That's all it takes for him to leave whatever else he was thinking of behind. He bolts. There was nothing else he wanted to say - he doesn't even consider it. He stumbles back from the impact, and the momentum goes straight into a run, even with one hand gripping the wound; he's only going on animal instinct now, the fog in his brain, and he doesn't look back.
He'll starve if he has to. He can't go out there again. ]
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He screams at the sudden burn of the injury. That's all it takes for him to leave whatever else he was thinking of behind. He bolts. There was nothing else he wanted to say - he doesn't even consider it. He stumbles back from the impact, and the momentum goes straight into a run, even with one hand gripping the wound; he's only going on animal instinct now, the fog in his brain, and he doesn't look back.
He'll starve if he has to. He can't go out there again. ]