[The front entrance of the school was forced open by Pearl’s shoulder, her body quivering and aching, fuelled mostly by adrenaline. She’d long since lost feeling in her arms, which held tightly a now questionably conscious Artie, his signature bag nowhere to be seen. A long, still wet bloodstain dripped down her dress where Artie’s lower leg should be, the stump messy and gored beyond belief, as if he’d be partially fed into a meat grinder, the bleeding hindered only by a makeshift tourniquet.
She’d never been inside, all she’d heard of the place was Artie had moved there along with most of the rest of the old house, and given the choice between the currently empty Therapist’s house, and the far more occupied and likely well stocked school, she figured this was the safer bet… even if she may be chased off for being an obvious Visitor. While her long, wavy black hair and luxurious beaded blue dress made it slightly more difficult to notice her inhumanity at a glance, her pale translucent skin exposing her veins and nerves to onlookers, and the sharp jagged teeth poking out of her mouth, couldn’t be more of a giveaway exactly what she was.]
Hey!! We have an emergency over here!! Is anyone here a doctor? Any medical knowledge at all?
[She shouted out into the halls, the clarity of her words obscured by a notable gujarati accent. Her chest heaved as she strained to catch her breath, her blue eyes were wide with panic.]
