He's running under the assumption that Sharra's right behind him, so Jared keeps moving, pushing his way through the thick foliage to get to the door. It's hard enough to see as it is, but the heavy mist that hangs in the air as the sprinklers rain icy water down on them isn't helping at all. It's the tone in her voice that has Jared turning around, slipping a little in the puddles forming on the floor under the dress shoes he'd never have chosen to wear on his own.
Noticing the state she's in, sodden and fighting both the plants and her hair, Jared holds a hand out to her to try to take hers and help her stay on her feet. He's close enough to reach, except that when he tries, he can't help noticing that she's right. The vines are thicker than they were when he'd come through that section of the greenhouse seconds ago. Maybe it's just his imagination, but he feels like something is grabbing at his calf and he kicks his leg to get it off.
"No, yeah...it's thicker. It's definitely thicker. Here, gimme your hand. I think we're almost to the door," he offers. If she were less attractive or a guy, he'd have left her in his wake by now, but it is what it is. She's pretty and he's not a complete idiot. If they're in some fucked up kidnapping situation, how unlike a horror movie could it possibly be? Maybe he's the hero in this one and the hero always gets the girl.
He kicks his leg again when it feels, again, like something is brushing up against it. His hair being as wet as it is leaves sodden bangs in his eyes, skewing his vision in addition to the thick foliage and the sprinklers, so he can't even see what it is, he just knows he wants it to stop because it's freaking him out, but he doesn't want to look like a wuss, so he's telling himself that it's in his head. There's nothing touching him. It's in his head. That's all. That's got to be all.
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Noticing the state she's in, sodden and fighting both the plants and her hair, Jared holds a hand out to her to try to take hers and help her stay on her feet. He's close enough to reach, except that when he tries, he can't help noticing that she's right. The vines are thicker than they were when he'd come through that section of the greenhouse seconds ago. Maybe it's just his imagination, but he feels like something is grabbing at his calf and he kicks his leg to get it off.
"No, yeah...it's thicker. It's definitely thicker. Here, gimme your hand. I think we're almost to the door," he offers. If she were less attractive or a guy, he'd have left her in his wake by now, but it is what it is. She's pretty and he's not a complete idiot. If they're in some fucked up kidnapping situation, how unlike a horror movie could it possibly be? Maybe he's the hero in this one and the hero always gets the girl.
He kicks his leg again when it feels, again, like something is brushing up against it. His hair being as wet as it is leaves sodden bangs in his eyes, skewing his vision in addition to the thick foliage and the sprinklers, so he can't even see what it is, he just knows he wants it to stop because it's freaking him out, but he doesn't want to look like a wuss, so he's telling himself that it's in his head. There's nothing touching him. It's in his head. That's all. That's got to be all.