consider: zane’s on a mission, in the middle of a gunfight and taking cover behind his barrier.
there’s a sound of metal tumbling across the concrete, zane knows it well, and as soon as his eyes catch sight of it, he doesn’t have time to react.
a burst of smoke billows out of the small device, obscuring his vision. luckily, his barrier guarded him from any potential damage from the smoke grenade, but now that he’s blind, he’s forced to bunker down where he is.
as he chokes on the smoke, he stays vigilant, making sure to pay attention to ANYTHING, any sound, any movement, any... smell...
something’s wrong, something’s very wrong. and he needs to retreat now. it is too late and he knows it.
he fires into the cloud, before quickly moving backwards, trying his best not to run into any walls or trip on any corpses. but he needs to be fast. and smart. he tries to cover his face...
very quickly, he starts to feel it. at first, it’s just a little itch. but soon, it’s as if he were to just close his eyes, he’d be fast asleep.
his stomach churns as his head starts to spin, he’s very quickly feeling the weight on his muscles begging for him to just lay down. just a little rest... just a little.
zane doesn’t know where he’s at at this point, he can’t focus on where his hands have touched. has he turned himself around? where was he? the clouds of smoke aren’t getting clearer and his legs are threatening to give out...
and they do. but he keeps trying. trying... only, he can hear the heavy footsteps of military boots close behind. he tries using his arms to drag himself, but it’s too late. he doesn’t have the ability to fight anymore, before his body just gives out and his vision drains into the void of unconsciousness.