"Fair enough. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a problem." He makes a decision, and nods firmly. "Then we'll cross at the George Washington Bridge." He turns north and leaps from the building, gliding just far enough to reach the next rooftop, sprinting towards the bridge.
When he runs, he feels so alive, the rhythm of his stride singing to something in the part of him that feels like an Infected. But now everything seems super sharp, hyper alert, invigorating and holding the promise of lethality.
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2013-12-31 00:04 (UTC)When he runs, he feels so alive, the rhythm of his stride singing to something in the part of him that feels like an Infected. But now everything seems super sharp, hyper alert, invigorating and holding the promise of lethality.