[ falco nearly does zip right past him, and suddenly seeing the mystery figure once he turned the corner gets him to jolt and nearly yell once spooked— it’s peter. he recognizes peter just as he throws his legs sideways to keep running, needing to backpedal some three or so spaces to grab the older boy by the wrist and bolt to make another run for it. ]
Peter! They’ll eat us! [ there’s some uncomfortable sense of familiarity in his voice despite never seeing a zombie, and that’s because he has seen a pure titan. he can at the very least flee from these, unlike the giants that can reach you in one step. they’re coming, too— a pack of children moaning and shambling at mach speed with outstretched hand and ugly, blood stained mouths. ]
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Peter! They’ll eat us! [ there’s some uncomfortable sense of familiarity in his voice despite never seeing a zombie, and that’s because he has seen a pure titan. he can at the very least flee from these, unlike the giants that can reach you in one step. they’re coming, too— a pack of children moaning and shambling at mach speed with outstretched hand and ugly, blood stained mouths. ]