#eric 2-03

It was like a nightmare, and at first all Aggie could do was blink, trying to force away the unreal in favor for the real, a task that had gotten easier and easier with each passing day. But now, the image wasn't disappearing as she blinked, and other people were reacting to it as well. Finding herself face to face with the nice man who made silly faces at her to make her laugh every time he passed her bench was now running at her with a furious pace.

Back away on the bench as his speed caught her off guard, all but crawling backwards into Eric's lap to escape the man who came crashing hard into the pair of them, knocking all three to the floor in a tangling, snarling and screaming knot of limbs. The tone of her blood curdling screams turned from fear to pain as teeth latched down incredibly hard onto her cheek, taking purchase on one of the few point of skin that wasn't covered in her now usual layers. It was a wonder that an entire chunk wasn't pulled away as Eric's hands seemed to come from nowhere to pry Bob's face away from her own. There was nowhere to go once she was free, watching Eric struggle with the formerly kind man, and it left her with no option but to back herself into the old atrium fireplace across from her bench, curling up inside and pressed into a corner.