Chase stood crouching in a space just big enough to fit him, holding his bloody stump.

 

Annoyed he looked back, and in the darkness was able to make out his entire arm just poking out of a slab of concrete. Today hadn’t been the best day, and right now, he wanted nothing more than to find his way through this maze of concrete and rebar, and get the heck out,vbut that wasn’t possible, he still had to get the kid.

 

Dead or alive someone was walking out with that kid, and Chase was going to make sure it was him… He was the Hero.

 

“Ugh” He grunted as he squeezed his flexible form through a small opening in the concrete, still having no idea where he was going, but he had to hurry because judging by the laughing he had heard a couple of seconds ago, Isaac was awake too.

 

“And probably whole” Chase grumbled again, obviously annoyed. His stump had stopped bleeding and had, in fact, started to heal, normally it would only take about thirty minutes before it would be of use again, but considering the circumstances, and all the abuse that Chase had already been put through, all his other injuries, and the fact that it was having to now filter his lungs for all the concrete particles floating around, it could be at least an hour or two before it grew back.

 

He looked up, and cautiously climbed up the rubble to an easier path, something considerable hard with one arm, and a gash in your side.

 

So for now, he was going to have to do this the hard way.

 

The spaces he was crawling where barely big enough for him, but he was pretty sure he had a better idea where he was going. For a second he replayed the “Incident” in his mind, he had been pretty close to the kid, but he remembers being thrown more to the left during the blast than Isaac was. So he kept going.

 

“Dang I wish Shadow were here” he admitted (Why didn’t that make sense?) as he scraped through another small squeeze and then straight down to the bottom again. It was slow going but he was maki-

 

“Heads Up!”