Soo, these characters might be a bit OOC but hopefully not to much. As much as this is fanfiction, it's more of practice writing action type scenes cause in my opinion, I suck at them. Enjoy!
Struggling to hold on to the two bags -not that they were heavy, of course not- Rage knew he had to find somewhere to stop and condense them. It was just not efficient to have two half empty backpacks on his one back.
Resting against a tree, Rage sighed. "Hey, Hollow, I got your bag-ck." Snickering to himself, he glanced around, feeling uneasy without Hollows exasperated reply of "Really?" that usually answered his puns. "Gettit," The dark haired man practically whispered as he adjusted the packs, continuing to move, "'cause back, and bag."
The youngest of them, Evanz, had already slid down a few hills. Not particularly on purpose either. He didn't really care though, he just wanted to get away from center. He wasn't quite sure what he had seen, but someone fell, and that changed his already hesitant mind about going for mid real quick. Luckily, he had enough sense to grab his bag before hightailing it.
Seeing a low branch, Evanz grabbed it and used the momentum to swing, barely getting his leg hooked around the tree limb. He pulled himself up, resting for a minute. While leaning against the tree with his eyes closed, 'just for a moment,' he told himself, he heard something. Listening harder, focusing on just the sounds, his eyes flew open. There was a sound, and it was definitely getting closer.
Hoping to everything he could think of that he had enough time, he stood and grabbed the nearest branch, taking a breath and pulling himself up the tree. Using a hole in the tree he grabbed at the next branch, wood collapsing under his foot and with his hand barley touching the tree in time, he found himself hanging from the branch. Moving to adjust his hands, his grip just got looser. The cracking of footsteps in the forest was only a few trees away, but he managed to get his ankles around the branch, trying to make himself small.
His heart sped up as the noise got closer; the clammier his hands got, the harder it was to hold on. He closed his eyes, hoping whoever it was wouldn't look up. Them being oblivious would be his only chance. It stopped.
Evanz looked down, and upon seeing ginger hair, held his breath in anticipation. Gubiak was one of the more observant of the group. He'd be lucky to survive this. One of Evanz ankles slipped, and in his panic he scraped against the tree for somewhere to put his foot. Gubiak mistook this for a noise further off, and moved in that direction.
Struggling a bit to fix his position on the tree, he whispered to himself, leaning his head against the tree once again. "I can't believe my luck."
Moving away from the tree, Gubiak smiled. You see, he knew something none of his friends did, although the players he didn't know might. Information that changes the entire perspective of a player. For this reason, he decided that finding a weapon suited his needs far more than taking out a friend.