[They're faster than he expected, so many out of nowhere; they had all been warned about the horde, of course, but when it happens—
It's a different kind of adrenaline that shoots through him, harsh and like lightning strikes through his veins, and tension mingled with fear and the deep instinctual desire to survive. None of that matters, though. His powers might toss aside a few undead bodies, but there are too many, and a couple grab at him with surprising strength. They yank him to the side, and he sees gnashing, rotted teeth in his vision—
And then there's Mark. Suddenly, he's there, and Henry's being lifted, and he can't know that's happening until they're practically wheeling away from the "danger". He opens his eyes, though, and sees... red.]
slams in here
It's a different kind of adrenaline that shoots through him, harsh and like lightning strikes through his veins, and tension mingled with fear and the deep instinctual desire to survive. None of that matters, though. His powers might toss aside a few undead bodies, but there are too many, and a couple grab at him with surprising strength. They yank him to the side, and he sees gnashing, rotted teeth in his vision—
And then there's Mark. Suddenly, he's there, and Henry's being lifted, and he can't know that's happening until they're practically wheeling away from the "danger". He opens his eyes, though, and sees... red.]
M-mark?!
[Is that- a bite? No. It can't be. He doesn't-]