The guy holding the door looked at Brad with wide eyes at the suggestion. He licked his lips, then nodded. "Okay," he said hoarsely.<br/><br/>The guy shoved the chair out of the way and pulled the door open. The maniac behind flew out with a suddenness that shocked Brad. He swung his club but the crazyman had already closed enough distance that the blow landed on his shoulder.<br/><br/>With a feral cry the wildman slammed into Brad, their force carrying them back until they slammed against the side of a bookshelf. Brad was face to face with the crazy man, his eyes solid black, filled with blood from busted capillaries induced by his intensity. His mouth dribbled blood from where he had bitten his tongue in his fury, and his hands were bloody from pounding on the door.<br/><br/>Despite his injuries, the thing howled wildly as it pressed against Brad, and it was all the student could do to push back and keep the snapping teeth away from his neck.