It's better this way. The burning pain all down his right arm isn't going away but he feels safer already. Out of the view of anyone who'd want to shoot at him and out of range of the stench of the fight. Joshua's used to horrifying scenes, images of gore and death. Sights and sounds that aren't real but so awful. He can feel every frenetic beat of his heart down his arm though, and Joshua knows this is real.

All of it.

It's so much worse when the monsters aren't just in his head. He's only been this afraid before once, and even then, he was blissfully numb from delusions for a chunk of it. This time? This time he's aware. It's not an improvement from where he's sitting. Has he been this way before? He couldn't have gotten lost he was just ducking out of sight. The tree line and the road should be right her--

"Fuck!" The branch that explodes into a shower of fibers and singed wood nearly makes him crash the speeder. It certainly hasn't taken them long to pick him out again once he's close to open ground. He can't take a look over his shoulder but the movement in his peripherals is more than enough Bad. He feathers the throttle while he darts around a large rock but still flinches when he hears the shot clip the stone as he darts by.

He's almost out in the open now and much faster than the convoy. He can catch them.