Raylan gasped awake, just as frantic and as panic as when he'd... died? and his hands automatically groped across his stomach before flying to his face. All he could remember was screaming and pain and blood everywhere and- Raylan didn't realize he was hyperventilating or that there was wetness pricking at his eyes that made him look more like a lost ten year old than a forty something plus man who steadfastly refused to cry. That didn't stop the hot wet tears from rolling down his face anyway as he looked around at all the blood. His blood.
Horrified and with a terrified whimper that he didn't recognize, Raylan scrambled back and pushed to his feet to gain any kind of distance he could from his own murder scene. With a panicked glance around, Raylan couldn't see the thing that had killed him, and his next thought was -
"NEAL! NEGAN!" If anyone who heard it could sense the raw terror under the names, they could gather how well Raylan was doing.
Run Rabbit
Once he'd found Neal and Negan, along with some semblance of control and a fractured, barely held together mask, Raylan searched through 1306, calling just as desperately for Henry and Malcolm. He went through each room, checking the closets and bathrooms and screaming at the emptiness of it all in his frustration. The table in the master bedroom was hefted and swung freely at the wall as his back curved with his frustrated fury.
Twenty minutes later, Raylan was back outside and striding towards the town center. Anyone who had ever seen him casually amble across a room would sense the difference in his stride, legs stepping one foot almost in front of the other as he strode with a deadly purpose.
If death wouldn't grant him peace, then he would raise a little hell instead.
Open + 1 to come for the Storm and fire
Raylan gasped awake, just as frantic and as panic as when he'd... died? and his hands automatically groped across his stomach before flying to his face. All he could remember was screaming and pain and blood everywhere and- Raylan didn't realize he was hyperventilating or that there was wetness pricking at his eyes that made him look more like a lost ten year old than a forty something plus man who steadfastly refused to cry. That didn't stop the hot wet tears from rolling down his face anyway as he looked around at all the blood. His blood.
Horrified and with a terrified whimper that he didn't recognize, Raylan scrambled back and pushed to his feet to gain any kind of distance he could from his own murder scene. With a panicked glance around, Raylan couldn't see the thing that had killed him, and his next thought was -
"NEAL! NEGAN!" If anyone who heard it could sense the raw terror under the names, they could gather how well Raylan was doing.
Run Rabbit
Once he'd found Neal and Negan, along with some semblance of control and a fractured, barely held together mask, Raylan searched through 1306, calling just as desperately for Henry and Malcolm. He went through each room, checking the closets and bathrooms and screaming at the emptiness of it all in his frustration. The table in the master bedroom was hefted and swung freely at the wall as his back curved with his frustrated fury.
Twenty minutes later, Raylan was back outside and striding towards the town center. Anyone who had ever seen him casually amble across a room would sense the difference in his stride, legs stepping one foot almost in front of the other as he strode with a deadly purpose.
If death wouldn't grant him peace, then he would raise a little hell instead.