There was a moment when they were one mind across two bodies, the same thought and intention-

And then there was blood everywhere and Lauren was screaming and his arm was burning and someone else was screaming-

It took a moment for him to realise that the voice was his.

Metal screeched and crunched around him, and there was more screaming from everywhere.

It wasn't fair.

They never asked for this.

They never asked for any of this.

It wasn't fair!

It seemed to last forever, anger and pain and grief and rage, and then someone had hold of his arms, dragging him away. Andy hit at him.

"It's me!" James grunted. "We gotta go kid!"

"Lauren-"

"With Sheila, let's go!" He yanked him back, towards the trucks. Andy made an attempt to turn, to see the damage.

"Don't," James muttered, shoving him into the truck. Lauren was laid in the back with Sheila, her bloody top all cut to pieces and blood everywhere.

Andy couldn't even see where it was all coming from.

"Andy," she whispered, reaching a hand out towards him. He took it.

"I'm here."