JJ Doe
Sir Lurksalot
eleilinn
bees
AlteredTundra
TheCourtJester
Alfhedil
ezio ac2
amorphical
Phase
A B I G A I L S T E N Z
Location: Roadside Burgers, Baltham
Date: August 14th, 2018
"Oh, no. Don't worry, it's... it's no big deal." Abigail replied, taking her now cracked phone back from the man. She knew that she couldn't hold his acquaintance at fault for her phone being damaged; it was her that walked into him, not the opposite way around. "I just have a lot going on, and I wasn't looking where I was going..." She trailed off, interrupted by a womanly scream that captured everyone's attention, hers included.
Following the two men towards the crowd, Abigail was once again shocked by what she saw. Before it had been the death of old friends, and now, the life of a child was at risk. Was today but a nightmare? Abigail thought about calling 911, but one of the men had a point; surely help had to be on its way to the diner with everyone calling for medical assistance. It'd be redundant for her to call for an ambulance too, even if her phone could still dial numbers with the damage that had just been done to the screen.
Still, Abigail felt that she couldn't walk away so easily like the two men were doing once the other apologized to her once again for the damage. There had to be something she could do, although Abigail hadn't expected that that something would be a nightmare in its own right.
As the child's breathing returned, something awoke in the boy—a hunger for flesh, seemingly. His teeth latched on his mother's face, shocking everyone as they watched with horrified expression. The only one not frozen in shock was the veteran-turned-restaurant owner, Ray Williams, who quickly leapt into action, grabbing one of the woman's arms as he desperately tried to free her from the child's grasp to no avail.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Abigail cursed. Her instincts told her to flee; to run from the horrific scene she had been witnessing. But nonetheless, she knew that she couldn't be a coward; not while the boy continued to eat away at his mother's face. Rushing to the other side of the woman, she mustered what strength she had to help Ray, and pulled her free from the latch the child had on her face, while others began to snap back to their senses, trying to hold down the child in an attempt to calm him down.
Although they had been successful in freeing the woman from the child, however, her face had been manged to the point that even the slightest glimpse made Abigail extremely queasy. "I-I think I'm going to be—" She spoke, holding a hand over her stomach and a fist before her mouth. There was no stopping this, Abigail knew, as she launched her appetite all over the pavement.
Following the two men towards the crowd, Abigail was once again shocked by what she saw. Before it had been the death of old friends, and now, the life of a child was at risk. Was today but a nightmare? Abigail thought about calling 911, but one of the men had a point; surely help had to be on its way to the diner with everyone calling for medical assistance. It'd be redundant for her to call for an ambulance too, even if her phone could still dial numbers with the damage that had just been done to the screen.
Still, Abigail felt that she couldn't walk away so easily like the two men were doing once the other apologized to her once again for the damage. There had to be something she could do, although Abigail hadn't expected that that something would be a nightmare in its own right.
As the child's breathing returned, something awoke in the boy—a hunger for flesh, seemingly. His teeth latched on his mother's face, shocking everyone as they watched with horrified expression. The only one not frozen in shock was the veteran-turned-restaurant owner, Ray Williams, who quickly leapt into action, grabbing one of the woman's arms as he desperately tried to free her from the child's grasp to no avail.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Abigail cursed. Her instincts told her to flee; to run from the horrific scene she had been witnessing. But nonetheless, she knew that she couldn't be a coward; not while the boy continued to eat away at his mother's face. Rushing to the other side of the woman, she mustered what strength she had to help Ray, and pulled her free from the latch the child had on her face, while others began to snap back to their senses, trying to hold down the child in an attempt to calm him down.
Although they had been successful in freeing the woman from the child, however, her face had been manged to the point that even the slightest glimpse made Abigail extremely queasy. "I-I think I'm going to be—" She spoke, holding a hand over her stomach and a fist before her mouth. There was no stopping this, Abigail knew, as she launched her appetite all over the pavement.
