"It… it ate him!"
"Where did it go!? It was just there!"
"Run!"
If there was one thing the man that was just suddenly eaten by the camouflaging giant lizard, it was that it would be better not to separate — as they say, there was strength in numbers. But alas, putting untrained and unsupervised civilians in a situation like this always leads to one thing, mass death.
It was a repeat of what happened to Rhys on his first days in the corps; this time, however, Rhys seemed completely out of it and not even caring about the chaos as he remained crouching on the ground. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was the same as he breathed in and out of them as if there was something stuck between his throat.
While the other examinees were panicking from a hiding predator, Rhys was just being attacked by panic itself as he grasped his hair tight and covered his face; if he still had his other hand, it would probably be clasping his drumming chest.
