Had Rae not spotted a less crowded shortcut, there was no real telling if they would have gotten out of the building alive or not. It was clear to him, in the midst of the calamity, that Rae wanted nothing more than to make sure her parents were safe. Were he in her place, he would have shared the same feelings. As it was, he was just glad she was looking out for their little group.
Aaron happily relinquished the lead to Rae, his own pistol held tightly in his hands, prepared to fire if he needed to. Elliot, too, held his shotgun at the ready, for the time being using it mostly as an impromptu cane whenever he stumbled.
When he and his friends were finally clear of the building, Elliot only half listened to the exchange between Rae and her father. Miriam's hand was a vice around his own, her strength attempting to drag him toward the buses. Thick black smoke was beginning to cloud the air, making it difficult to see and breathe.
The Immunes were doing their duty to keep as many of them safe as possible, but who would make sure they got away safely? Elliot looked over his shoulder. He didn't want to leave Rae or her mother and father behind. In the time he had been here, they had become great friends.
"Rae!" He shouted, without really knowing what else to say. It was more of a desperate plea for her not to sacrifice herself.