They ran.
The injured tried to run with them. When their legs failed, someone dragged them forward by the arms, by the back of their shirts, by anything they could hold. Malcolm pushed the wounded woman into Arnulf and Archie's grip without slowing.
"Take her."
Arnulf caught her under one arm. Archie grabbed the other. The woman cried out when they pulled her forward, but neither of them stopped.
Malcolm turned and went straight for Lance. Marybeth and Aljun were still holding him between them, both of them soaked with sweat. Lance's head hung low. His feet dragged more than stepped.
"Malcolm," Lance rasped.
"Shut up."
Malcolm shoved his machete into his belt, bent, and lifted Lance over his shoulder. Lance groaned against his back, but Malcolm was already moving again.
"Help!" one of the men shouted from behind. "Help us!"
Iyisha turned just in time to see Jerry fall.
