Donovan never stopped moving, too consumed with his base instinct: Stay alive. Keep moving. Don't look back. It was fight or flight, and right now he wasn't all the great at fighting...At least against these things anyway. He gripped the bags a little tighter. His right arm throbbing from pain, though he soldiered onward through it. His booted feet began to pound against the soft green earth beneath him and his mind instantly (And strangely) wandered back to the place of his birth. How different these two places were was a notion that seemed to only intensify with each passing moment. And as the lizard things seem to crowed around and become a sudden unknown obstacle, it was clear to him now that their two worlds couldn't have been more different if they tried to be. Regardless of all of these facts, he still let his feet move undisturbed, sprinting as he was taught in basic. He followed behind the strange woman...What was her name? Shumi? That sounded about right. And the other woman...He didn't know who she was but, she seemed certainly determined. Regardless of anything he followed both of them. Wondering where in the hell they could possibly be running to?