Evan, implied Lucas
Moderately well. That was how things had been going, at least so far.
On their way through the barricaded area, Evan took stock of a few booby traps, making sure that the people in his general area avoided them as well... but a couple of them hadn't been so lucky. One girl had stepped in a bear trap, and another guy had almost been killed by a shotgun tripwire. Fortunately, it had been set too far forward; a lack of preparation issue on the behalf of the Bedford folks. He'd sent the boy back to the compound with the girl, bringing their numbers down by two, and limiting Evan's cover to the Nichols twins and Brandon's group in the distance. A pair of kids were his best defense. Time to hyper-focus, he told himself. You can't let anything happen to these kids.
Still, things would be okay, he told himself. However, despite his inner-mantra, Evan's panic was still mounting. Things were okay, at least for now, so why couldn't he keep that panic ping from staticing up his brain?
The first outside pair had been taken care of. They'd gone down easily, more or less. Lack of preparation hadn't afforded them much opportunity for survival, anyway. The second group came out, too, lack-of-brains enough to abandon their firearms. But that didn't mean that Evan let his guard down. He fought him—knife combat was always easier than facing pistols, or even basic hand-to-hand, and the gunblade Brandon had made was serving its purpose perfectly—and took him down fairly swiftly.
That didn't prepare him, however, for his buddy, closing in quickly. More than likely, he'd have been ready. But that stupid radar ping went off deafeningly loudly in his head, and it was hard to keep on his feet. It felt like someone had put a smoke alarm in his brain and started a fire. Evan fell to his knees, clutching his head and groaning in pain.
And that was all the opportunity that was needed.
The next thing he felt was an excruciating, blinding, white-hot pain of a knife going into his side. He sucked in a sharp gasp and straightened up, turning around to see who'd stabbed him, but his vision was already swimming. A dark, shadowy figure was all he saw, as they raised the knife to finish the job.
But in a blur of shadows, they were gone. And the shadowy figure was replaced with another, vaguely familiar, looking down on Evan and trying to wake him. "I-I'm okay," he stumbled, but that was all he had the time to get out, before he sank into unconsciousness.