<div style="text-align: center"><a class="link link--external" href="http://www.theanimegallery.com/data/thumbs/790px/0125/tAG_125559.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff"><u><span style="font-size: 15px">Sara Malark</span></u></span></a>​</div><br/><br/>Sara was at the athletic center practicing for the next Taekwondo tournament that she was set to attend next month. Sweat spilled down her face as she continued to forcefully punch the air to perform a forefist. She had to get everything perfect; loosing was not an option. As she continued her training she heard the door to the athletic center make a sharp creak as it opened and closed. Damn it, she was hoping that she would be the only one at the athletic center for the afternoon. With a sigh of disappointment, she turned around to see who had interrupted her training.<br/><br/>Shambling toward her were three guys covered in blood.  Sarah couldn’t help herself but laugh at how stupid they looked. She knew that the guys at her father’s dojo liked playing pranks on her, but this was a little too much. “Haha, your so funny.” She mocks, “You better tell me who you are before I beat it out of you.” But the guys continued their pursuit toward her. “Alright, have it your way.”<br/><br/>Sara quickly closes the gap between her and her opponents and proceeds to attack the guy closest to her. Once she’s within attacking distance she quickly pivots on her left foot and delivers a roundhouse kick to the closest guys torso, effectively launching him toward the other side of the blue padded room. She then lunges into a jump kick sending one of the two remaining guys to the mat and as she lands she finishes off the last opponent with a flawlessly executed tornado kick.<br/><br/>Once satisfied with what she had accomplished she dusts herself off and places her hands on her hips. “I warned you.” As she revels in the glory of winning the fight she takes a deep breath and smells something horrific. She quickly cups her hands over her nose. “Holy shit, you guys smell. What did you do, roll around in dog shit and cake yourself with animal blood all for the sake of pranking me?” she then uses her had to fan away the stench.<br/><br/>Before she realized it, all three guys are back on their feet lumbering toward her once again. “Uh… you guys want another round of ass kicking I see.” She taunts while using her right hand to punch the palm of her left hand. Getting into her fighting stance she begins to soak in the image of the three guys in front of her. The guy she had roundhouse kicked was limping on a broken ankle that jutted awkwardly out to the side as he walked. His shirt was torn around the stomach and Sara could see his intestines falling out through a jagged hole where his bellybutton should have been. The guy she jumped kicked was the worst looking of the bunch. Half his face had looked like it was torn to pieces by a savage animal; chunks of meat, bone and brain matter hung loosely around his face and in his once blond hair. His left arm was missing and the rest of his body was a nest of deep gashes and teeth marks. The last guy only had a festering bite mark on his left calf.<br/><br/>In a state of shock and disgust, Sara violently vomited on the floor in front of her. What the hell are they? Is this a dream? What’s going on?! The grotesque sound of rotting intestines slapping the floor mat brought her back to reality. Without hesitation, she darted toward the bathroom. Stealing a glance behind her to see what those hideous monsters were doing, she was frightened at the sight of one of them chasing and gaining up after her; she realized it was the guy with the bite mark on his leg. Once she reached the bathroom doors to the girl’s restroom she forcefully flung the door open and rushed inside.  With trembling hands she managed to lock the door as a heavy object started pounding on the other side violently. Scared out of her mind, Sara huddled in the corner of one of the stalls and wept.