IC
'Uhhhhh.....' I groan. My vision is blurry, but I think I managed to see two figures standing over me. I must've blacked out back then, and now......
'Wake up Buttercup!' one of the figures said as he handed me this thing. Apparently it's a filter? The other one mumbles something about bacon, and while I would have loved to have bacon at any place, any time, in my condition the fat probably would start a heart attack. I take the filter, fumbling as I put it on. Not only was it uncomfortable, it also looked really, really, disgusting, as if it'd been used by multiple people who each had been eating dirt.
Slowly, I get up, pushing myself with arms I only suddenly realize were sore and tired. I nearly fall, but the other figure catches me.
Suddenly, a screech in the sky alerted all my senses, even as the ground started to have minivibrations. A sudden adrenaline rush clears my body and my vision returns, perfectly. 'We're leaving!' Someone shouts. Of course, we are, durkface. We're under attack!
'Ash get the gun, Jacob you're getting shotgun, Rook on the back with Ash and the Pilot!' I hear. I can only assume the pilot is me and not some other lucky ******* who stole my seat on the one thing that may or may not save my life. Quickly, I grab the closest two things beside me - A box of weapons and one of the carbines we'd taken, and, together with the dude who'd been watching over me, we bumrushed ourselves towards the hog that drove over.