(A) Silent tears of fear and confusion blurred her vision as she ran, stumbling, towards the only thing that still made any sense anymore. Her mind blocked out all the noise, all the images, and focused on a single point.
Her father.
She was a scrawny thing, her legs only just beginning to truly lengthen while the rest of her body followed suit. She was across the room in a flash and wrapped her arms around her father's midsection as she squelched into him.
Squelched?
A cold, wet sensations spread along her cheek, neck and chest. A part of her, a distant, logical part of her screamed that she knew this sensation, having just felt it. But that part of her was not in control. She could smell the spice packs her father rubbed over his skin before climbing into bed each night. That was a comforting smell. So why did she still smell...
Blood?...
Fear and confusion twisted through her as she looked up. Blood. So much blood. Drenching his shirt and chest, neck and chin. staining his teeth, his lips pulled back in a rictus as his jaws worked woodenly. His stomach bulged strangely. Cold seemed to radiate from him. Glassy eyes moved sluggishly.
And slowly...
Focused on...
Her.
Does she A) Shake him and call his name, B)Fall back to the floor, screaming, C) Become frozen by fear, D) Run to the safety of the woods?
