What If? (P1) || Jake / Reader || Draft

Persevering

You take gentle steps when you first walk into the hallway, and reach up slightly to move your mask down.
   Taking your first, full breath since walking back in.

This is the first place Norm was - and it's eerie knowing only minutes have passed since showing up originally. 

  The room is an apocalyptic mess, unlike before.
   Papers scattered, loose bullets on the floor - shoe scuff marks along the tile. Plenty of little cases broken into as the captives wanted to take research with them.

"Norm?" You call out, your voice echoing in the emptiness of the hallway.
  He isn't answering comms as the signals seem to be down, and there's no sign of him no matter how hard you look.

Maybe he's gone to see if Spider is still in the room?

But sadly, no luck is found there.

Socorro's room is now absent of the child who remains safe in Trudy's arms.
   Along with a cooler of things, and a laptop Max could break into - memories you could gift to Spider as he grew up.
        It wasn't there last time, damaged by Parker as he ransacked every militias room right before the Hometree strike.    Depriving spider of not knowing more about his mother.

A set of bullets hit the glass on the window - and while it doesn't penetrate or crack it, you still drop the ground in fear and clutch at your chest.

The battle was still going on outside, leaving an unknown amount of time until Jake set off the second round of explosives - and called for a retreat, or else risk losing too many troops.

Outside is the last place you want to be, but if you want to get any hope of finding signal now that you realize Norm isn't inside - it's the only place you can be.

You pull yourself up, albeit cautious of your surroundings as you walk down the longer hallway to get out the way you came.
   Hoping that Norm found his way out with Grace and was tending to her.

All seems quiet and calm as you leave, no risk or threat for the time being.

Except for one... unfortunate thing.

As you clasp your mask on, and push the side door open - someone grabs you by the back of your neck, scuffs your loosened bun in his fist, and slams you into the doorframe.
    Using their height-advantage to force you up on your tiptoes without any way of fighting it.

     There's a larger helicopter on the far end landing in - probably their last resort with the dragon being severely damaged.

Which now leaves few options as to who's keeping you pinned - wondering why they won't speak or show their face. They're just out of your view, intentionally.

As if they're listening to the way your breathing shallows the more they push you against your mask.

As the aircraft winds down - you feel a sharp tug at the back of your collar that almost gives you whiplash.

They ignore the way you struggle, your questions, your complaints, and eventually kick your lower back as you're forced onto the ground.
     They happen to do it on the colder concrete flooring where the other crafts land, rather than the soft grass you were just on.

And man does it hurt when they dig their heel into your shoulder blade.

If anything, at least you're able to get a better view of the one walking you like a dog.

"Move and I'll give you something you'll never be able to recover from." He threatens, the clicking sound from his gun echoing as he aims it toward you.