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[lupusalpha]

They're woods.

Thick woods, and it's night but it's not dark. It's as though the moon isn't just bright, it's like a lamp, shining on everything. All the smells and sounds of the woods are thick and overwhelming, ashy and heady, but then there's the smell of fire, the painful crackle of it, but no matter where anyone looks, all that's visible is the flame and the smoke, but not what's on fire.

The screaming starts a few minutes later.

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[as_damaged]

That was not quite what she had in mind; but Cameron, patron saint of contrariness, recognizes that they're out of other options. And that fighting away this time would gain her nothing but a broken neck. She might be able to climb on her own, but not so well-- and time is of the essence, that much is obvious, even if she's sure it's too late to do anything about the burning family.

So she holds on to him as tightly as she can, heart pounding.