"Huh?" Boston snapped to. The boy. Boston turned his head left and right, no sign. The room was dim and Boston's vision blurry. It was difficult for him to stand, flames shot across his stomach as Boston pulled upwards. The swelling had subsided but skin was blotchy and raw.
Boston couldn't blame Charlies reaction, he was 15 and exposed to the harsh atrocities that had befallen the world. He'd recently just cauterized a wound with a saw; something Charlie could have done without experiencing. No... nothing is what is was, none of us are.
Boston's balance frayed and he staggered side ways, Get a grip. With Tech's abandonment he'd lost his seemingly only ride out but the more pressing issue was Charlie; no tracks pointed to the decimated wall, which left... Which leaves...
Echoed footsteps and raised voices grew seemingly closer, "Charlie!" Bandits... Boston never thought Tech's patrol was the only one but no evidence of that had surfaced until now. Boston felt hazy but adrenaline fed his system. He grabbed his jacket leaving behind his ruined shirt.
They must have heard Tech's escape. Boston concluded, heart pulsing as he turned out of the room. It was difficult to guess where the noises were sourced, it seemed every tunnel but none in particular; it confused Boston. The road forked and forked again. "What to do...?" Boston puzzled. There is much Charlie's going to be able to do with a scalpel...
He picked a path and hoped for the best. "Charlie!" Boston yelled, "We got company!" There was no smart way to play this; most of the tunnels lights had flickered on, they'd both be spotted soon. It wasn't until Boston was three or four tunnels and turns away that he realized...
...Beethoven. Which lay forgotten in the room.