So being sucked into a Hell that looked a lot like Los Angeles was weird. Isaac might have been able to focus a little more on the weird hell dimension factor if he wasn't busy being super paranoid and super scared out of his freaking mind. But his dad was here. He'd seen him. He had been wandering around when the older man turned up out of nowhere, ranting and raving and hellbent (pun?) on dragging Isaac back to the basement. Isaac had panicked, he had run as fast as his legs could carry him and he didn't look back.
Even as he rushed up the stairs, it felt like the walls were closing in on him. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. He couldn't breathe. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he kept moving. Isaac was afraid that, if he didn't stop, he would be trapped. He finally burst out of the building and onto the rooftop. He only barely heard the warning Allison shouted and Isaac dropped rather than ducked. With one hand still gripping the doorknob, Isaac let his legs go out from underneath him and that had been his only saving grace as an arrow rocketed just over his head.
"What? Hey!" Isaac's voice cracked, blue eyes wide as he looked around for a moment before he finally found Allison. "What'd I do to you?" he asked, chest still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He moved away from the door and out onto the roof. If there was any place where the walls couldn't close in on you, it was the roof, right? Nothing but sky all around you.