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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]“I don't think that's going to work!”[/color] Charlie protested as he swung leftward with all of his strength, causing the boy (and his rake) to be thrown directly into one of the tables nearby.

It may have been abrupt, but he wasn’t going to let the girl incidentally become a meal just because she had the bright idea of trying to restrain someone who he wasn’t going to hold back for too long. Not that her idea was [i]that[/i] ridiculous. She was in a panic. Charlie was in a panic. Everybody was in a panic. It made sense to try to restrain people who were succumbing to their strange mania, though Charlie supposed it could’ve been an illness. He had heard stories of people eating bath salts a few years ago and losing their minds in a similar fashion. When the attack initially happened it was his immediate guess, though thinking clearly wasn't exactly on the table. He was just glad that the girl wasn't hurt and that he had been able to cause the boy to tumble into the nearest display table.

His hands moved to his knees as he caught his breath, his eyes moving from the destroyed display table and the scene that was unfolding behind them.

[color=606CB7]“We need to—”[/color]

Before he could finish his sentence there seemed to be more screams and inhuman screeches. It was farther away from their general area, though Charlie suspected that whatever mania was happening they weren’t the only ones exposed to it. They needed to leave before more crazed maniacs stumbled into the festival. He figured he had caught whatever amount of breath he needed, or well, needed to get the hell away from the festival, anyway. Without saying another word he grabbed the girl's hand and booked it in the opposite direction.

There was no time to debate about it.





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