(B) Her body uncoiled like a spring, reflexively throwing all of her weight away just as his arms raised to embrace her. A moan, gurgling, sputtered from him as she landed hard from on the floor, coating her hands in dirt and blood.
Everywhere, blood.
Every child new the tales. Everyone had heard stories of the hordes, of entire villages vanishing over night, of brave adventurers going missing in the deep places, of shining armies raised by noble lords marching bravely forth to combat the darkness...only to be devoured.
She crabbed backwards on her hands and feet, hyperventilating as her mind struggled to make sense. And that's when her eyes, from her lower vantage point, saw her parents bedroom door ajar with a leg sticking out, leaving the rest of the body obscured. She would never be certain how here sight pierced the gloom in that moment, but she saw the birthmark on the legs ankle as clear as day. She'd always laughed with her mother about having birthmarks on the exact same spot.
And then she did scream, loud and piercing, as terror consumed her entirely his her father took a shambling step towards her, arms outstretched and moaning with need.
Does she A) Remain rooted to the spot, B) Clamber out of the cottage, screaming, C) Try to fight, or D) Run to the safety of the woods.
