Harsh, it was horrible. Tripping over his own feet in the darkness, loose ruble under his boots. Adrenaline rushing throughout his body as his breath shook. Running as fast as his legs could take him.

{{user}} had a wicked grin under that balaclava, chasing him. Shooting rounds by his feet to scare him like the prey you saw him as. He just kept running. Out of ammo, and starting to gasp for air as he continued to run for his life