[center][color=e34234][h1][b]ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴀ ɴ ᴏ ʀ  ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ɴ ɢ[/b][/h1][/color][/center][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#e34234][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]It seemed as if time stopped for Eleanor. She struggled to register the bloody sight as reality–there was no way it could've been real. How could a heart attack lead to someone [i]eating[/i] another person? People have suffered heart attacks throughout human history, but no one ever came back hungry for human flesh! Maybe it was all just a dream. A rather horrifying dream, if anything.

Her new acquaintance stumbled backwards, snapping Eleanor back to reality as he bumped into her. He held his arm before Eleanor and scanned the ground for something to defend the two of them. With her gaze settling on the cannibalistic senior, Eleanor was at a loss as to why he was attempting to defend her from that [i]thing[/i]. Most people would've turned tail and ran–hell, she was considering doing exactly that–if they saw someone chow down on another human being, but here he stood, putting his life before another's. He was either plain stupid or just brave, but no matter how you saw it, Eleanor was thankful for his protection.

[b]"What are you guys doing?! Get him off him!"[/b]

Almost instinctively, the senior turned his attention to the woman who had just shouted. Her protector, too, took off, leaving Eleanor's side to snatch a nearby garden rake to fend off the monstrous cannibal. It was then, however, when Eleanor was witness to something that was ultimately impossible. The man, now with gaping wounds on his neck and face, began to rise from the ground. 

[color=e34234]"S-sir,"[/color] She sputtered nervously, desperately trying to put her thoughts into words. Eleanor was no scientist, but she was certain that no one could be up and moving after suffering the injuries he had. [color=e34234]"Are... are you..."[/color]

Eleanor could only manage a few words before the bloodied man growled in her direction, guttural and like a wolf. Seemingly provoked, the man lurched forward after Eleanor, who had been caught off guard. Tripping over her own feet, Eleanor stumbled backwards, and fell upon the jewelry stand behind them, sending table and jewelry alike crashing to the ground. Her legs kicked wildly, mostly to create distance between herself and the crazed man, but also to fight off him. No matter how far Eleanor pushed herself backwards, he continued to approach, teeth clattering and hungry for a tasty bite.

Tears streamed down Eleanor's face. She was absolutely hysterical, screaming for help and crying for her own safety. What the hell kind of festival was this?![/indent][/indent]