His breathing labored as if he has run around a mountain from the bottoms to the top, his chest was hurt, yes it is, his body hurt, he was tired after the last fight. He barely fight, he just follow his instinct that suddenly taken over him like a truck. Probably his lost memory has become his muscles memory. He did felt sluggish as if it was a long long ago since he has taken into a combat. 
He wants nothing but the comfort inside his dark four corner tent. But, he can't have that if he doesn't found the comfort like when he did with Sarah and Dylan. Now, remembering them wasn't an easy task, especially now he felt as if there's something stuck in his teeth and he can't get it out, that's the sole reason he accepts this mission, for once he wants to be selfish and of course he would save as many survivors as he can. Somehow the thought of he can't save anyone when he can, his chest would felt tight and there's a heavy bile in his stomach threatening to get out
If anything he hate that, he truly refuse to let that happen even if he has to trade his arm, his leg to save people than so be it. He feel desperate to do so, to keep everyone safe and alive.
Before he make another step, he empty his head and focus all his senses to his surroundings. He take in how the floor were sturdy and thick, how the air was thick of something he can't quite pinpoint, how the heat was peeling his skin, how it was quite, as his eyes took every corner, he didn't leave any space unchecked through his eyes. He was being careful, so much to not alert everyone else, though he already knocked out five of them up there, they still need time to report to others. 
He sighed, rubbing his now sore neck. 
He took a good route, the only route, he was fine, and he thought it was all good until he reached the last two floors. His heart skipped a beat for the first time in so long. His eyes jumped from one to another man, lined up in a full guarding pose. 
They had different dangerous stuff in their hand, not something he liked. No matter how he try to get down, they would notice in a second, the only option was to fight back, of course. But, he could feel the hollow pain in his stomach asking for food, his body aching like he got dump under the whole mountain, his eyes barely open, and his head was a little bit fuzzy, surely not an ideal condition to fight back. 
“Shit.”
He whispered under his breath.
Before he could make any plan, one of the lined up men, probably guards notice him on the stairs, still scratching his head, waking his head for any idea. The pounding on the floor was what startled him, pulling him into the reality as harsh as it is. Heavy pound, body rigid, even it's unnoticeable at first, those muscles are the proof of their resilience being in here. If they were a good people and not adultnapped him and the others two, which is he sure the other two wasn't that appealing, much less could be sell off somewhere. Fight, yes but more than that?. He don't think so. Of course, upon his eyes raking those muscles, he flees straight back for the upstairs, forgetting the pain on his body, nor the headache that slowly comes like an unsteady wave. 
No matter how fast he got, they were all hot on his tails. That until his feet taking the last stairs, he cursed under his breathe. Which oddly not that breathless, instead he feel his lungs soaring on life, his heart pumping healthily, his body want more, even the pain dull from adrenaline. The surge of it, pumping like a drugs into his blood. His eyes clear than any day he remembers. 
He goes for the only entrance, the entrance that led into the hallway he used to be a few minutes ago. He spun knowing it will lead somewhere familiar again, he ran into the guys whose still on the floor, he leap across five of them. A cry of victory slip from his mouth.
“That's a new record!.”
He give a few leap of victory before the pounding behind him continue. He want to give a try to see what was there behind the door at the open hallway he woke up to, however, pushed it behind his head, maybe dead end which he don't want to try to entrap with those muscles. 
Just at another corner, he almost stumbled from the speed and sudden corner, but he pushed through. He went another entrance, just the opposite of the entrance with stairs in front of it, the only stairs. He sped up, trying to outrun the guards, suddenly, hard slapping on his shirt make him let out a choke scream, realised they were the one to outrun him now. 
Without his bulletproofing vest and so on, he now was bare with his ragged cotton shirt, the same from the last day on this same village. The ripped sounds was loud for him to bare, a loud chippy click on his tongue followed after. He doesn't look back, not even when there's another person climbing the stairs, his face colour with what was supposed to be a coal or something, painted on his cheeks like cat's sloppy stripes. He stared, confused, as he fled in front of him, the idea to use the stairs swiping hard like a slap that change too fast with the original idea, running around like a headless chicken, he couldn't handle a fist now, much less, not when more than ten people running to get a piece of him. 
He ran another lap around, through the entrance to another entrance, the same man stood there still confused. Faster more than ten lap, He stopped running as he saw many laid on the floor, wiping the sweat across their face. He leaned onto the railing, not even half breathless as they were. Some were sprawl out, some were sitting and leaning onto the railing, some were straight out vomiting, and some were crouching down taking as much air as their feeble lung can. There wasn't one left behind him. He kept distance between him and them, any single movements he will slap into action right away, running again. 
“Well, it's flattering to see you guys chasing for a guy like me. But, you see, I am a dine and date type of person. Seeing how your stamina this low, I don't think you can handle me.”
He cockily smiled. Dimple deepening on his right cheek. He crossed his arm on his chest. 
A guy stood and he began take a slight jogged backwards, trying to keep the distance. He waving his fists around in the air.
“Come on. Come on.”
The others groaned loudly, but still pushed themselves to stand on their feet, shakily walked his way. He jumped from the railing, facing the man, lean muscle, but still bulging inside the black cotton sleeveless shirt, not his fault if the chest was so big, just how big his heart is. The railing firmly standing between them and the others approaching steadily while the same man poking his ears and sniff it deeply after. 
The second the man in front of him lunges, he jumped down, slipping down at the beneath of the railing, his hands stuck with the floor, felt the rough edges if the wooden floor. He looked up, to see the man having half of his body across the railing. 
“If I didn't know any better, I would guess you like me, trying to catch me when I fall and chasing me so hard, I guess no one trying that hard for me, that my heart beating so hard. That's sweet of you. But, still dine and date.”
He quickly chortled. 
The man's lip turned upside down, found him irritating like an itch that he can't reach. He crouched down quickly, trying to grab on Walter, who hanging in the air by the railings, with his back almost bare, showing all the taut and and muscles that growing softer from the lack of work out. 
“Gosh. Enough with trying to catch me. It's scary to see more than ten men still going for me.”
Walter provoke as he swing to the side. 
“Shut the fuck up!.”
The man growled, so deep he thought it came from an animal for a second.
“Losing control are we?.”
Walter grabbed onto another railing, swinging away from them. Each now, trying to grasp on him, anything on him. Seeing how the hands flying through the railing was truly a sight he found hard to contains the laugh which came bubbling like a child on Christmas. He took another swing, ridiculously enjoying himself. 
That was until he was edging, closer to the stairs he didn't notice, too busy laughing at their misery which each second tick them even more. More frustrating noises filled the air. 
“Fuck it!. Chief, can't you help us here?.”
One of them loudly yells, frustration layered his voice, as if he can tear the mountain with the burning rage, the voice bald of any feelings, not even respect to his chief but frustratingly raging taste of a man who give up, not even bothered to swing his arm through the railing like prisoners on the jail, trying to grab on the officers. 
“Huh?!.”
A sharp nasal voice cut the tension. The guy continue to sniffing his ear wax.
“Address me with respect you little shit.”
He sighed, seeing Walter hanging just an arm length across him. Before Walter can swing to the opposite, the man grabbed on his pants, which the only thing he could reach. The man who Walter guess his height, perhaps around his middle, not going far above his chest, huffing hardly as he tried to pull his pant.
“Hey!. Hey!. What the fuck is this?. Everyone trying to strip me naked!. Is that your kink, huh?. Well, I am not interested. Especially not lower case human like you, who only can inspect a carpet instead of the table!.”
He screamed, trying to swing his leg back, trying so hard to keep the last piece on him. His shirt already down and flying from the grip and ripping as he swings earlier. He groaned as he trying his hardest. As he trying to swing, another man pulled him, caught him off guard when his attention on his pants, the guy swiftly pulled him up with a deep shade of red om his face and a groan so long, additionally rip his pant down successfully. Both were pulling on him like human pulling game now he refuses to partake.
He screamed every cursed word as the last his pant touches his bare toe, shoes flying, followed the partner which white shredded shirt down there. But, the guy slipped as he called him_
“YOU A WHO** MOTHERTU**ER WITH DINGDONG EVEN MICRO THAN THE BACTERIA THAT THE BACTERIA THINK IT WAS A NEW TYPE OF VIRUS FOR THEIR COMMUNITY!.”
Water flew then. Feeling the rush of wind caressing his naked body except his black boxer with gold rim, the boxer that he have when he first woke up by the riverbank. It was quick, one moment he felt his body was freed from any touch, the terrifyingly familiar feeling, too familiar that he heart set back, ready for impact, and his arm grabbed his head quickly. He stared for a moment to the blue sky, so bright and stinging heat wrapped around the wind around his body. 
He protects the head but not the arm. As his body kiss the almost tender, big, white mattress, he felt a sharp pain on his arm, as it's squeezed under his weight and the hard floor under the mattress that was now worn out. Heads were pilling over the railing as thudding of footsteps setting on the stairs. Loud murmur as they were running down perhaps to take the last piece. 
He sighed, felt the pain soared to his shoulder as he slightly move.
“Crazy lunatic who want people naked!.”
He spat under his breath. His head snapped to the sound of a glass door harshly slide. He swears his neck make an uncomfortable sound.