*I run with xxxx, running from the thing that could of been the end of me*
(You know what, Ima say that the clone liked us more.)
The fake carol came quickly, too quickly. When I threw a kick it couldn't slow down and sailed into a wall. The force of the impact caused some cracks in the wall, but building stability came after saving lives. As we were running, I asked, "By the way, we've never properly introduced ourselves, name's xxxxkill, but everybody calls my xxxx. You?"