*Marcus rolled to his stomach as something thudded by. Roars of pain filled his ears. Bats and chained up bosoms filled his vision. As his senses registered everything again, his adrenaline kicked into full drive. Ignoring pain and fear, he waved for Kaitlin to follow and sprinted after the very image that he had awoken to. He also realized his clothes were shredded and his body was bruised. Looking back for Swift, he nearly tripped.* "Shit!" *He cried this as the fabric from his shredded pants got under his feet. He didn't want to remove them now, as adrenaline surges also have side effects. He slowed and continued to run, ignoring the fabric.*