<div style="text-align: justify">Blood was rushing through her veins and Claire had to fight herself not to burst into a full-blown panic. There was little she could do about her friend. But even upon realizing that she was truly dead, Claire did not have it in herself to leave the body. If not for the attacker that came from nowhere, brandishing a weapon that would otherwise made the blonde woman laugh, Claire wouldn not have moved. But somehow, in this particular situation, even a simple metal mug seemed terrifying enough, especially with the man's insane eyes focused on her form, and the gluttural sound leaving his lips, like a snarl coming from a wolf moments before the pounce.<br/>
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Letting go of her dead friend's arm, Claire dodged the first attack and yelped in terror when she saw the man stomp on Norah's lifeless body without a care in the world, as if she was nothing more but a piece of furniture, or perhaps a fallen tree just laying there. Escape was not an option, at least not now. Claire tried to put some distance between herself and the man, rushing on all fours on the white, shimmering tiles. The bright color seemed invasive now, rendering her almost blind when lights hit the spot just right. And yet... She was still alive.<br/>
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Still, she was far from being safe and sound. The blonde woman heard another snarl that made the hairs on the nape of her neck stand up, and, instincitvely, she grabbed whatever was within her arm's reach. As her fingers wrapped around a jar of pickles, the intimidating sound of footsteps behind her became much closer. His rushed, quick steps made her realize there was no time to think.. Just react. Hitting her elbow hard on the cold tiles, Claire turned her body around and threw her weapon,  rewarded with a satisfying groan when the glass burst right in his face, and the acidic juice splattered across his features. He squirmed and stopped, and Claire did not waste a second.<br/>
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Limping a little as her knees hurt from the previous treatment - she could feel warm beads of blood running down her legs, the delicate skin cut now from the shards of glass that fell on the floor as the jar exploded - Claire breathed heavily, her chest moving fast. Instead of heading straight towards the exit, the blonde girl made her way towards the other end of the supermarket, slowly, shakily, each step taken with caution, her senses working heavily to shield her from harm.<br/>
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." The scared whisper left her lips before she could even tell herself to be quiet. Putting a hand over her mouth, Claire stifled another terrified moan of pain and confusion, and slowly peeked from the aisle she had been just walking through. Funnily enough, everything seemed fine.. Almost. If not for the horrifying sounds, this spot could have hidden the crazy events that had just unfolded.​</div>