Carson ran, trying his hardest to catch up but sadly he was not as in shape as the rest of them. Well, the rest of them besides Rodney, he emended as he heard the puffing breathing of the scientist behind him. He gleaned some sort of satisfaction from that little triumph at least. The shooting continued up ahead of them, spurring them into action, running forward toward the sound.
“Come on Rodney! Jennifer could be hurt!” he called behind him, turning his head to see the scientist give him a dirty look and put some more umph into his stride. Soon he surpassed Carson making the doctor want to add more speed into his own stride. His legs pumped furiously as the muscles tried to comply with his brain’s demands and soon he started to gain on the physicist.
Rodney spun out of the way of a tree, gliding almost graciously passed it, and disappeared out of sight. Ignoring the burning in his lungs and legs, Carson urged his body to put on more speed and soon he too was flying through the forest with greens and browns and blacks whizzing by as he went.
His forward movement was abruptly halted by his foot catching on a tree root, sending him cascading down toward the forest floor. Pain throbbed in his right wrist as his hand struck the hard, unyielding ground, forcing the limb back more than the hand and wrist were comfortable with. Instantly after his body hit the ground, Carson felt warm, bone-jarring pain in his left leg as his knee struck hard against a seemingly innocent rock in the ground.
As the pain registered in his mind, Carson released a loud but brief cry of pain that echoed through the quiet of the wood around him and rolled onto his side, cradling his wrist to his chest and raising his leg so it did not touch anything. He laid there in silent suffering hoping Rodney had heard his cry and would return soon.