[Breathe, Newendyke. Just breathe. His mind tells him to help White get a move on but his body isn't reacting quite like he wants it to. Either way he finds himself painfully rolling into the cab's backseat, wishing he could be on the floor. Only then does he start noticing the blood. A whole lot of blood.]
Oh God...oh God.
I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die!
[This is not the mission Freddy signed up for with the local sheriff.]
no subject
Oh God...oh God.
I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die!
[This is not the mission Freddy signed up for with the local sheriff.]