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Philip remembered messing around when the explosion happened. When it happened, he didn’t even get a chance to react before being propelled into the lab’s wall, crashing right through it.
When he awoke next, it was where he’d landed, among the rubble. He groaned, trying to push himself up. He eventually did, but he regretted it immediately as a white hot flash of pain erupted from his leg. ‘Okay, not doing that, apparently,’ he thought glumly. His leg felt like it was on fire- bent at an odd angle. Philip wondered if he should call for help. With this leg injury, he probably wouldn’t be able to walk.
Using the remains of the wall to support himself, he decided to try and stand.. only to fall right back down. He grunted, gritting his teeth against the pain. He called for help. He didn’t know why.
‘Idiot. There could be feral hybrids running around, what are you doing??’
He didn’t know, but he did know he needed help. Surely that explosion wasn’t because of hybrids, right? Most of them are too brain dead to even come up with such a plan. ‘Except for Lucky, but he wouldn’t do that, right??’
Philip heard footsteps echoing through the mostly empty hallway, and he cried for help again, louder this time.
“Help, please! My leg’s broken!”
The footsteps kept on going, right past him. Philip screamed after them,
“Wait! Come back, please!”
That is, until the sound of what sounded like a herd of elephants came pounding after the person, whoever they were.
Philip held his breath as he saw what it was. A group of feral hybrids, with a goat/lynx hybrid in the lead, sprinted after them. A cat hybrid broke from the group, a snarl on its face. Philip almost screamed in fear and scrambled backwards, causing some of the rubble to stir. He felt his breath hitch, holding a hand to his mouth to try and muffle his breathing.
“Where are you, bloody human? I smell you here,” it snapped angrily. (Philip tried to ignore how familiar it’s voice sounded, how it’s accent broke through and reminded him of someone, of him.) The creature slowly made its way towards him. Philip willed himself not to cry, but he felt like doing just that right now. He couldn’t handle all of it. It was too much-
So, with his hand gripped to his mouth, he slowly curled into a ball. That is, to the best of his ability. The creature stopped at the rubble, staring down at him. Philip was shaking violently, like a leaf in the wind, sobbing,
“Please, make it stop! Stop it, stop it, please!”
A flicker of recognition flashed in the creature’s gaze, not that Philip saw. It stumbled backwards a few steps, still staring at him in shock. After a few moments, it mumbled,
“Philip…I’m sorry.”
And with that, the creature disappeared, leaving Philip with the horrible realization on who it was.
‘Lucky..why?’