when you're all alone and you think of home
places you may have been and who you know
People keep moving, as quickly as they can, but there’s too much, too many bodies, and those at the back are panicking and shoving, the ripples moving through the crowd. Nate knows it’s dangerous to join the crowd, but if he doesn’t, more people will be hurt, more lives lost.
He moves off his perch and onto the fringes of the crowd, directing people into pockets of space, offering hands to those stumbling, those who need it, all the while calling for calm. It’s one of the times he’s glad for his ascension, otherwise the pain in his throat, smoke and shouting, would keep him from continuing. As long as he can’t feel it though, he’ll keep trying.
Nate takes a more hands on approach to directing the crowd, and tries to calm the incoming panicked group. He shouting instructions and directing people towards the beach to try and combat the crush.
He moves off his perch and onto the fringes of the crowd, directing people into pockets of space, offering hands to those stumbling, those who need it, all the while calling for calm. It’s one of the times he’s glad for his ascension, otherwise the pain in his throat, smoke and shouting, would keep him from continuing. As long as he can’t feel it though, he’ll keep trying.
Nate takes a more hands on approach to directing the crowd, and tries to calm the incoming panicked group. He shouting instructions and directing people towards the beach to try and combat the crush.
awaiting the hand of god knowing i stand to fall
i stared into the pitch black to no hand at all
NATE
