<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>On her way to the bookstore and the bookstore<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>7 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyler Bishop<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leslie didn't make it very far into the front of the store before a commotion outside had her looking towards the windows. It was screeching metal and loud crashes that brought her attention to the correct window just in time to see an obnoxiously yellow vehicle come hurling towards the bookstore. She screamed out. Her fear momentarily freezing her in her tracks, much like a deer in the headlights. Luckily, Leslie snapped out of her frozen state quickly. She turned and ran for the back of the store as she heard the sound of the car crashing into the building.<br/><br/>The entire building shook and she felt the floor moving underneath her, even as she ran. The sound of glass shattering and metal rending came to an end, but there was no silence to be had as the bookshelves, now unbalanced teetered and fell. The books came clattering to the floor but Leslie didn't stop, her fight or flight instinct fully working, she was trying to get the hell out of the way. Hands clutched over her chest, almost as if she were attempting to hold her heart in her chest. She stopped as she realized that the immediate danger had passed, or at least she thought it had. She turned, then called out for her boss. "Mr. Bishop..... Are you okay?"<br/><br/>She turned back towards the disaster that was the front of the store, calling out once more, "Holy fuck, I guess I'll call 911!" She moved back towards the front where the car was softly beeping. Laura's nerves were shattered and her entire body shook as she prepared herself to see what she thought was surely going to be a dead person in the driver's seat. In her mind there was no way anyone could have survived the force of the impact that the vehicle hit the wall.<br/><br/>She reached out for the phone before she turned to see the vehicle and the man crouching beside one of the shelves. Her eyes widened as she saw his condition, but there was something wrong about him. His posture, the way he stared, she wasn't sure but it was all totally off, she began to speak once again, but instead turned hoping to find her boss there to help her.