<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/52/fe/72/52fe72d2e137fac82fdab79ce7de49ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Kyler Bishop</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216507.0)<br/><strong>Inventory:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">Basic Items on self, Wallet, Watch, Nail Necklace from grandmother<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em> Bishop Books (My book Store) </em><br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong><em> About 7A.M. </em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em> Leslie </em><br/><hr/><br/>His back was to the man who just stood from the wreckage.  He didn't see the initial craziness happening all about him, what he did notice was the 'oh shit' look on leslies face.  His head snapped around just in time to see the figure rushing past him towards the younger frightened girl.  The mans hands reaching outward, tangling with her beautiful blonde curls and yanking.  He watched, dumb found, as her head jerked from the tug and how she began to scream and stumble backwards.<br/><br/>He was frozen, confused as to what was happening.<br/><br/>He remembered the craziness that can happen to those in shock.  Instinctively his hand clutched his chest as he remembered how in the sands of the middle east people would snap and go insane after being shot, or worse blowing up.  He recalled the time an Iraqi soldier, who had lost an arm, broke and attacked fellow soldiers.  This seemed a lot like that<br/><br/>The sound of her body hitting the floor as she stumbled snapped him back to reality.<br/><br/>Instinct took over and he was on the move.  As she fell the man began to tumble over her, a mixture of salvia and bloody spittle oozing from his mouth.  His teeth were clattering back and forth, looking to make the young bi racial girl his next meal.  Kyler overtook the man, as their bodies collided, sending the two of them tumbling away from her.  The two forms rolled, his colliding with a book case, the things with the desk.  He slipped up to a standing position, his shoulder sore.  The man began to stir as he booted him in chin, not to kill the man, but in an attempt to knock him out.<br/><br/>"Stay down!" he shouted as he turned rushing over to kneel next to her.  "Leslie, are you ok?"<br/><br/>Little did he know more and more chaos was going on outside.