Debris moved at one spot. The shadows pushed the rocks that rested on top of Montana, and they let him breathe by slapping his chest a few times. Montana took a deep breath and soon choked as he rose from the dust and small rocks. He then got onto his stomach and groaned as his body suffered from extreme pain. The shadows weren't able to protect him when Rosanna exploded because Satan was there.
Montana had tears in his eyes as he dealt with so much pain, physical and not. He curled up in his spot and started crying without calling out for someone's name. There was no one to call, and he could only blame himself for losing them all. However, someone's arm reached out to hold onto his shoulders.
Moreover, those hands were very familiar.
