Thud! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Those weren't just footsteps, they were the battering of war drums in Luca's ears, each one syncing with the panic racing through his chest.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"
"..FIRE..!"
".. THERE'S FIRE...!"
"...THERE'S FIRE AT THE EDGE OF THE TRACK...!"
Thud! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Pant! Pant! Pant!
Luca's breathing was a ragged melody, gasping for air that refused to fill his lungs. He ran like an unstoppable beast, heavy like an elephant, driven by the primal need to save. The hot tarmac was scorched with black marks that Ansel had left in his path of chaos.
[Breathing: Spiked!]
Each breath burned in his throat, the air itself searing hot from the flames that devoured the car at the runoff. His heart pounded like a thousand pistons, each step faster than the last.
