<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mary<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening, 1800<br/><strong>With:</strong>Sitting with Miz.<br/><br/>Taking the knife off of Micki and into her trembling hand, Mary felt tears gathering in her eyes as she crawled beneath the table, dragging Miz with her. She was almost treating Miz like her teddy bear, a comforting friend in a dark room full of unseen threats, just like when she was a little girl, scared of the dark.<br/><br/>"Shhh..." she whispered to Miz threw trembling lips as she felt the cold floor on her bare knees. She carefully position the knife away from Miz as she knelt, hugging her<em>'sister' </em>for dear life... possibly literally.<br/><br/>Mary could hear creaky wood, she hoped that it was just the old trees outside, or the wind blowing against the weaker parts of the ranch. Something darker also came to mind though, not so much demons and specters as MEN. Mary's number one fear, above the sight of blood and animal cruelty, but only just.