As if running in layers and layers of cold weather gear wasn't hard enough, Sam had forgotten how much cold air could burn the lungs when you're gulping it down like your life depended on it. He was in better than good shape, but the snow was deep, their path uncertain and concern for Natalya weighed down heavily on his chest. It was rough going, but he powered through, hoping, wishing, maybe even praying that this was the way out and once they got away, all of them, all of this would magically fade away to warm beaches and a shortage of actively violent soldiers.
Sam kept his eyes on Yorick's form, determined not to lose him even though the urge to look back and check on Natalya burned at him, like a creeping feeling on the back of his neck.
His booted foot sunk into a hidden snow drift, making him stumbled and stop before he wrenched his ankle to a damaging angle or fall over entirely. It wasn't a very long pause, but a bullet doesn't take very long to travel.
He didn't even feel it hit his skull, and he was dead before he hit the ground.
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:22 pm (UTC)Sam kept his eyes on Yorick's form, determined not to lose him even though the urge to look back and check on Natalya burned at him, like a creeping feeling on the back of his neck.
His booted foot sunk into a hidden snow drift, making him stumbled and stop before he wrenched his ankle to a damaging angle or fall over entirely. It wasn't a very long pause, but a bullet doesn't take very long to travel.
He didn't even feel it hit his skull, and he was dead before he hit the ground.