<div class="floatleft">(http://thehairfiles.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/jasmine-sanders1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Leslie Ann Thompson<br/><strong>Locations:</strong>bookstore<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>7'ish am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyler Bishop<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leslie's eyes widened as she turned as she heard the roar that was getting louder. She released a scream of terror as the man that had been crouched beside the vehicle launched himself at her. She saw his hand reach out and felt as his hand tightened on her hair. The grip he had a tentative one as she jerked away, she felt the rending of her hair and knew that he had more than just a few strands of her curly locks in his grasp.<br/><br/>"What the fuck?" She reached out and tried to push the man back. Adrenaline was still pumping heavily through her, never having had much of a chance to have calmed herself since the car came barreling through the wall. Her heart raced and she pushed back, her only thoughts to get herself far away from the man who seemed to have his entire being set on harming her.<br/><br/>She locked eyes with him, and realized something wasn't right, the disgusting things dripping from his face were unsettling, but there was something in his eyes that was downright terrifying. She pushed back,  attempting to scramble backwards, away from the man. Her eyes wide, her hands held out in an attempt to ward him off, she shook her head no, and began quietly chanting, "No... no.... no... no." Her voice getting louder, until she was practically screaming the word. "No... NO!"<br/><br/>She didn't make it too far before a book that had been thrown in the impact ended up tripping her.  She fell backwards, flat on her ass. Her feet continued to push her backwards though as she continued to try to move away from the crazed man.<br/>