[ Minato shakes his head instead of responding. He can't really respond anyways, breathing slightly labored despite only running for a couple of minutes, and he can feel the weight on his chest again, lungs on the fringe of burning. It doesn't matter whether he slows or keeps up the pace, though, because cars are inexhaustible, and the entire woods become flooded with light and the roar of the engine right at their heels, heat at their backs seconds away from running them over and—-
He squeezes his eyes shut as a rush of icy wind blasts against their backs, fog so dense he can feel it hit his legs and make them buckle; he stumbles and braces for impact of several thousand pounds of metal going a hundred miles an hour, but it doesn't come.
Nothing does.
It's still and silent all around the woods. No car. No fog. Nothing. ]
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He squeezes his eyes shut as a rush of icy wind blasts against their backs, fog so dense he can feel it hit his legs and make them buckle; he stumbles and braces for impact of several thousand pounds of metal going a hundred miles an hour, but it doesn't come.
Nothing does.
It's still and silent all around the woods. No car. No fog. Nothing. ]