Mark
Art is out of his mind. When he attacks I can tell he doesn’t even who I am. I manage to avoid his teeth for a while, but I’m mostly on defense, and I can tell John doesn’t like it. I see a flare igniting, the fire a reminder of what will happen if I don’t fight back. I hate them, I hate them all so much, but I manage to connect a few hits, just enough to keep them from acting.
Art charges at me once again, and I’m getting ready to punch him when the lights go out. It distracts me for just a second, but that’s enough for him to latch onto my arm. It’s worse than the first time, he is going to tear it in two if I don’t do something. When the emergency lights come on I can see Art clearly, and I punch him in the head a couple of times before he finally lets go.
My arm is a mess, I ca
