Daisy shakes her head, claw tapping a little sharper against her cup than before. "Didn't get chance. Between one heartbeat and the next something in the air shifted and he ran at me so fast I didn't even have time to turn around. There was still no expression on his face, just that same blank stare as he came right at me, like nothing in the world could knock him off course. Sometimes I think it would've scared me less if he'd at least seemed— eager, about it. If I looked into his eyes and knew that he'd been waiting for this moment, that it was somehow about me. Because I don't think it was, about me. I think I was just there and that was all that mattered.

"...I tried to scramble back, to give myself space to run, but he was faster and bigger and stronger than me. He slammed into me so hard I was thrown back into the jagged old fencing and one of the posts pierced my shoulder. I don't think I even screamed. It hurt more than anything I'd ever felt before, I could feel the rusted metal tear skin and muscle in an explosion of pure agony, but I didn't scream. I started blacking out too quickly to do anything but look back at Calvin and see his face finally shift from blank nothing to a sick kind of pride."

The fear swells and swells until it fades back down to background noise, and its only in this pause that she seems to breathe.

"...that's the last thing I remember before waking up at the hospital."