[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]Eleanor struggled to understand why they were stopping. By God, people were eating each other not far from where they stood! Couldn't the man–Charles, as he introduced himself–at least wait to catch his breath until they were safe in the confines of her rust bucket of a car, away from the cannibal freaks? 

Nonetheless, Eleanor felt she owed Charles a few seconds to catch his breath. Had Charles not been there moments ago, Eleanor came to realize that she would've likely had her face or some other body part chewed off. And so, the Chinese-American stayed put, waiting for him to catch his breath even if she was already rearing to go. Not to add that Eleanor wasn't about to abandon another human being to be devoured by the walking dead. Perhaps it was smarter to leave Charles behind, but her humanity stood foremost–he was alive and breathing, just as much as she was.

[color=e34234]"E-Eleanor. But since we're, you know, in a hurry, Elli is fine."[/color]  She stuttered; her reply as rapid as her movements looking to identify any possible threat among the horrors that might endanger either of them.

[color=e34234]"Now, I don't mean to rush you, but could we get going? Please?"[/color] Eleanor asked, watching the shambling bloodsoaked individuals slowly growing in number as they chased after the horde of fleeing festival goers out of the park and made a gruesome buffet of anyone unfortunate enough to trip and fall. [color=e34234]"Because, uhm. They're coming our way. Like right now."[/color][/indent][/indent]