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[INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#D4D4D4][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Marigold Festival, Mineral Springs Park & Lagoon[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]September 7th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=606CB7]“What the fuck?”[/color]

Charlie impulsively remarked as he took a step back as other passerby’s reacted on their own impulses. The mumbles of “oh my god” among similarly profane reactions, even screaming seemed to fill the air. It all felt like a horror movie, just without the gloominess of a dark evening or thick clouded day. Charlie felt tense; his brows tightening as he seemed to bump into the girl who he had been talking to who appeared to be like a doe with her eyes wide open. 

He didn’t blame her given the circumstances.

Almost on instinct he held out his arm – as if the protect her. His eyes went to the ground, looking for something to defend themselves with if the sick old man attacked them next. He was no doctor, but he had heard stories about attacks like this back in Indiana before he left for Illinois. Was it a new strand of rabies? Bath salts? The theories were as numerous as they were unsubstantiated. As the man’s teeth moved into the younger man’s neck, that’s when he noticed it. One of the rakes that did the festival’s laborers used to keep the paths devoid of leaves and trash. It wasn’t a [i]real[/i] thing he could use to defend himself but it was better than being bareknuckled against someone who decides you’re fucking lunch.

[b]“What are you guys doing, get him off him!”[/b] Someone shouted. He was pretty sure someone had gone to find a cop.

Hearing the shout the old man screeched and lunged for the woman who had shouted as the boy bled out.

Charlie went for the rake. 

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