More and more people continued to pop up out of the woodworks. All seemed to be just as lost as the next person. wonderful. The only positive thing that Cornelius found so far was that he did not feel so out of place. He was use to being around creatures like demons, and humans were a given just about anywhere, however while he did not feel so out of place he was a little uncomfortable.<br/><br/>The soldier’s question bombardment didn’t help anything either. “Japanese? No, I’m not Japanese! I’m from England. Have you never seen a lynx before?” The lynx took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose and shook his head. He didn’t blame the guy for being curios, as he tried to make sense of what was going on as well, but he could have done without it. Hell, maybe he did feel kind of out of place after all in the sense that he was the only creature like himself here currently. It made him sick… and… He almost felt like he was sinking… That was because he was sinking! As he went to take a step forward, the ground suddenly gave way. Immediately, as a last minute reaction to keep from ending up underground, he sank his claws into the dirt as firmly as he could.<br/><br/>Cornelius held onto the ground for dear life. The grip he had was awful, he could feel himself starting to slip a little, but he was at least able to keep from falling. Trying his best not to think about falling or how far the drop was, he used his feet to try to find some better footing. As slowly and as carefully as he could he began to pull himself up. As soon as he did, the lynx suddenly felt himself begin to lose his grip, what little he was holding on to was coming with him. Swallowing hard, he braced himself for impact, making sure he felt face first to catch himself on the fall. He had managed to succeed in landing with both feet on the ground, in a kneeling position, hands breaking his fall, but the impact sent a shock up all four of his limbs.<br/><br/>For a moment, it felt like he had bounced back up and was floating. He must have fallen from pretty high up. The lynx took a moment to get his wits about him before standing up. Immediately, there was a sharp pain swelling up in his right wrist especially.  He gently flexed it, coming to the conclusion that it was sprained after noticing how loose it felt.<br/><br/>“I think I’ve sprained my wrist, but other than that I’m still in once piece.” He said in response when the soldier asked if he was alright. Since he was not dead, he might as well speak up even if it was dangerous. His heart was pounding hard in his chest; he could almost hear it in his ears. He was sure that the sprain was not bad but he rested it on his left forearm to be on the safe side. The first thing he did was make sure that nothing else had gotten sprained during the rough landing. His ankles seemed to be fine, but he could still feel the shock from the fall. He drilled a few mental notes of ‘be careful’ into his mind. One thing he did not need to be told twice, this place was not safe and finding a way out of here was top priority.<br/><br/>He looked to the light, where everyone was told to meet up. It was so dark in here that he was glad someone had a light source. Though… should he just cling to these people, or find his own way? He was not sure if he could trust any of these people; however, a group seemed a little more reasonable than just wandering off. With his wrist in this condition, he knew he couldn’t just climb back up either. But an injury like this might slow the group down…  Oh how silly! It was already settled. He would see how long he could stick around, just to have safety in numbers.