David wasn't sure if any of the people he just thought of could actually help, so he made the next logical decision: to leave. Why exactly he wasn't all to sure. Maybe someone would be downstairs? Maybe someone in the parking lot could help if no one was inside. Or maybe, just maybe, this horrible tragedy would magically stop. David wasn't going to rely on miracles though, and so he bolted for the stairs, already feeling the tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He descended the stairs, faster than he'd ever in his entire life, and reached the ground floor in record time. Looking around, much to his dismay, he saw nobody. Fuck.
He turned to his left, seeing the bright sunlight through the glass door. He ran for it, but just before reaching the handle, his hands turned flat, much like Seth's did moments ago. "Fuck, not yet!" He exclaimed, knowing he only needed to make it outside, or at least that was the narrative he made up in his mind. Feeling his feet also flatten out, he knew he had to act fast, and so he bent down and used his head to turn the door handle. Luckily it was one of those straight handled ones, meaning he just had to push downward on it to make it open. Doing so hurt his head slightly, but that didn't matter when his limbs were literally shrinking in size.
The door gently opened, and David took the opportunity to throw his body into the door, forcing it open more. Just then, his legs gave out, and so did his arms, and now he was practically just a torso with a head, taking a hit on the ground beneath him now. He looked around frantically, not seeing anyone in his general vicinity, but seeing the gun right next to him. This is good, at least better than being trapped alongside Seth. Feeling his lungs literally give out, he used the last of his air to yell out a **** cry for help.
"SOMEONE HELP!" he exclaimed. He could definitely tell the yell was loud as it echoed off the walls and trees, making a few birds fly away, now he just had to hope someone was actually nearby. Did it really matter though? The more he thought about it, the more clear it seemed that his fate would truly be sealed as some fucked up suit. No one would know how to use the gun, and the living proof of that was right here, slowly deflating on the ground!
He felt the rest of his body compress down to pure skin, but to his surprise, he had still been sentient? Surely it would go away soon too, but as time went on he realized he was fully aware. Fuck, was Seth just as aware right now? Shit, now David had to get up and save Seth from this nightmare too. But he couldn't. All he could do was hope someone would find him, and even then, someone trustworthy.
For better or worse, someone actually did hear David's call, and they quickly made their way over to see what happened. They looked at David's flattened body on the ground as well as the strange gun next to him. Whether or not they knew it was an actual serious matter fully depended on who found him.
