<strong> Herb Swann: Let’s get the hell outta here! To the stairs!</strong><br/><br/>Herb felt the connection more than he heard it. The sickening thud of his sledgehammer on the dog would be heard in his mind later on…provided he actually survived. The lifeless body fell against him just as the other attacked, gratefully making the other redirect his attack and go whizzing by. He heard that crazy damn Freddy Jupiter shout fall back, and it was like someone turned on a little electric motor on the man.<br/><br/>The best way that could describe Herb’s movement to the stairs would be the word “haulin ass”. There were many objects, and unfortunately a few people that were pushed out of his way to reach the stairs behind. He raised the sledgehammer up in an effort to protect at least his face and head, but with everything going on, he didn’t know what was coming from where. He made it past Norbert. His mind spent a split second trying to understand why such a large amount of flame was able to flow out the bot, but his reasoning skills were replaced with the need to run, so run he did.<br/><br/>He continued ducking bullets and flames. It was all terrible…just mind-numbingly terrible. People he knew, some of them he liked, dead or dying. This wasn’t possible…why would someone do this? Why wouldn’t they just leave them in peace? The thought kept him from descending into madness. Kept him from giving up entirely, and he knew that going up wasn’t the best idea in the word “Vault is closed up…lots of places to hide put…only a matter of time” he huffed as he ran.<br/>