...then the apocalypse began.

[HELPful_Crow]

((Kincaid Rawlins continued from Play Dead))

Nobody was going to take this seriously, and that included him. Fuck waiting for rescue, he knew that these posers had to be bluffing about their capabilities. Why the hell would they tell the truth instead of dressing it up like they were better than they really were? Once he had gotten that thought in his head, he started bolting for the exit, tail swishing wildly in the air behind him.

He didn't know what would be on the other side of the fence besides more desert, but he knew for sure that whatever it was would be better to deal with than the rest of his class. If he was fast enough, maybe they wouldn't even notice him leaving. Just as the fence came into his line of sight his run turned into a mad dash, rocketing towards it and kicking up sand with his heels as he sprinted for the finish line.

A voice came through a speaker as he flew past.

"Hey kid, STOP-"

But he didn't listen. He didn't need to.

He leaped for the fence, readying his legs to spring board off of it for an extra boost. His foot connected with it, claws digging into the rope, only for the grinding of metal to sound out from around his neck.

Before Kincaid could blink, he was already tumbling backwards, the worst pain he had ever felt in his life shooting through his whole body. His claws were still tangled in the rope fence, leaving his legs suspended even as his shoulders and head met the ground.

He didn't even make it over.

His blood pooled rapidly on the sand below him, his hands clawing at his neck, desperately trying to keep it inside his body. As soon as he started to try, he already felt himself growing weak. His tail curled underneath him, and everything started to go black.

One last thought ran through his head.

He died over some fucking potatoes.

This was all such bullshit.

S024 - KINCAID RAWLINS: DECEASED