ford campbell (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wellearned) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms, |
[Ford barely missed getting mowed down by the crazy car as it zoomed past, and he dived out of the way into the line of bushes crowding the street, and he kept his head and his feet, which was probably a good thing since a horde of Murder on Autopilot were lumbering after the screaming tires.
Before he had a chance to totally despair, Ford caught sight of the screaming man by the edge of the house, and the relief almost knocked him flat. He dragged his headphones out of the gore spattered dark curls, and suddenly everything came into stomach-churning focus. The screaming, the groaning, his heart going off in his ear like fireworks on repeat.
Ford dodged out of sight of the horde by going around the edge of the lawn and jumping a second porch, and headed toward the yelling man. Whatever else might be his hindrances, Ford could really fucking run. He skidded to a stop next to Shane, and he didn't even try to talk. He stared up at the house just in time to see a woman jump off of it. He gaped.]