Iria was standing right behind one of the bears when mist enveloped the warehouse. She couldn't see anything, how was she suppose to try to fight? She stood rigidly, too afraid to acciendently hit someone from Camp if she tried to attack. But apparently the bears hadn't shared her qualm. A piercing pain quickly drew across her right shoulder cutting deep in and glancing off her chest. Being clawed was like what they showed in the movies. You didn't scream first. That came after the shock. After you look at you shoulder and chest and see dangling shreds of meat and gushing blood. After your stomach drops and you feel the world spin. Then comes the scream. And it's like everything is underwater, because all you see blood and all you feel are pain.

A high pitched shriek, fast like a bullet, and echoing, bouncing off walls.

Only when your own scream catches up to you do you see the world as it once was. Since when was she against a wall? And when had she sat down? Panic and pain were like blinders. Gotta' get out. That's the first thought you have afterwards. Gotta' get away. That's the second. Scrambling up on her feet, Iria stumbled towards where she thought a door might be. It hurt to move, but adrenaline pushed to try to leave the place she might be hurt again in. Her skin was glowing brighter and brighter, like the flashing lights of a rave, and it only frightened her move. It was like having a target on your back and you don't know where the hunters were. Iria stumbled about trying to find the door with all her might, her body lighting up like a million of tiny flashing stars in rainbow colors. [i]Stop it, stop it! Turn off, turn off![/i]