Realizing the severity of the situation, Cuauhtémoc leapt forward and threw himself into the torrent of earth, managing to clutch the boy's hand as he tumbled through. As the earth settled they saw nothing left of his mother but a patch of blood-soaked earth.
Cuauhtémoc placed his hand tightly over the boy's mouth, and he bit down, trying to scream. The system didn't know what it had caught- it might have been a coyote or a roadrunner. The alarms hadn't gone off- yet.
At least it wasn't a Spider, he thought pathetically as the boy drew blood on his fingers. Clutching him to his chest, Cuauhtémoc ran towards the specified section of wall. All sorts of rubble was piled up against it, and Cuauhtémoc identified the spray-painted cross over it. He ran, hard, feeling sweat and blood mingling and mixing until he couldn't run, because he was falling...
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