(A) Imagine, for a moment, the horror of waking from your worst nightmare, only to discover that not only was it real and more hellish than even your darkest fever dreams and you will still fall short of the dread that wormed its way through her. She screamed as he shambled forward, screamed as her back hit the wall, screamed when it fell to all fours, reaching out with hands (devoid of any holes) to grab her leg, screamed when it jerked its arm, pulling her body closer to his. She, kicked them, pleading, shouting with everything she had. She was his daughter. He loomed over her, teeth snapping reflexively as he worked his jaw, glassy gaze focused on the meat of her leg.
She can't get away. His grip is to strong. It's hurting her. It's so cold...
Does she A) Give in to her terror and retreat into her mind, B) Keep fighting to the very end, C) Scream even louder, making all the noise she can, D) Faint.
