Swoosh!
Several figures emerged from the Gate.
Their dark suits were covered in dust, and one of them stumbled as his boot caught onto a wire.
Kyle immediately caught his arm.
"Careful."
The man nodded, although he seemed to have difficulty keeping his head up.
Kyle helped him towards the shelter before turning back.
"Keep moving. There's room over here."
Another member came through, followed by two more. Their faces were pale, and none of them said anything as the support personnel approached to take their equipment.
Kyle waited until the last person stepped out.
Only then did he let out a breath.
"Ha…"
He wiped his forehead, barely noticing the rain running down the side of his face.
His arm ached.
So did the back of his head. In fact, every part of him ached.
For a moment, he simply stood there, waiting until he could feel like he could breathe again.
"I… I can't anymore."
A voice came from behind him, prompting to turn his head.
