He was lost, and terrified.

Of course, why wouldn't he be? — barely a day or two into the whole apocalyptic world scenario, Noob had encountered the very being out to kill him and the rest of his group; he had resorted to fleeing after getting slashed in the stomach and had gotten lost, and now he was being chased by it with no way of getting it off his tail.

Sprinting blindly through the deserted streets, having no sense of direction or really seeing where he was going, Noob eventually stumbled and tripped over a rock; instantly face planting to the ground and immediately shifting himself onto his back.

He instinctively raises his hand to his face as if that would do anything to protect him, shutting his eyes tightly and waiting for impact.