Quagmire calmly inhaled and exhaled; sweat and slightly higher body temperature started to cool down. The smell of a middle-aged urban town, dashed with the sight and horror of a city ravaged by destruction and chaos, permeated everywhere. His blood-stained crimson coat and face turned to brown as blood dried and the iron became oxidized, giving off rust.
With a final big breath, he continued moving, as the entire resting period lasted less than ten seconds, and the entire time, his eyes were darting around, seeking confirmation of his place.
He had moved quite a few dozen meters from the street he came from; hence the ghouls that chased him were not able to discover him anymore when he changed location, and all those who had seen him now lay dead on the ground.
He dashed forth, avoiding numerous obstacles along the way, and on the way, his eyes glistened with glee as he saw four ghouls ganging up on a myriad. His instincts kicked in, and he moved immediately.
