Panic

That anxiety is an alarm system letting you know you're not safe.

Panic is your body taking over saying you're not getting this message.

I'm shutting the whole system down.

Depression.

It's me, Ashley." Instantly, light flooded from the door as the upper half was drawn back, and Brent peered out, shotgun in hand, blinking into the darkness.

"Hurry and get in." Panic still thrummed in his voice.

Then, "Who's that standing behind you?" he shouted furiously.

"Mr.

He reeled at each impact, but he did not fall until I had smashed home the sixth bullet.

Then he crawled on, beast-like, on hands and knees, froth and blood dripping from his grinning jaws.

Panic swept me.

Frantically I snatched the second gun and emptied it into that body that writhed painfully onward, spattering blood at every movement.

Hurry and get in.

Panic still thrummed in his voice.

Then, who's that standing behind you? He shouted furiously.

Mr. Garfield and your niece, Miss Gloria.

He reeled at each impact, but he did not fall until I had smashed home the sixth bullet.

Then he crawled on, beast-like, on hands and knees, froth and blood dripping from his grinning jaws.

Panic swept me.

Frantically I snatched the second gun and emptied it into that body that writhed painfully onward spattering blood at every movement.

We scattered in three different directions.

Panic completely took over my mind.

I sprinted into the dark brush, pushing blindly through thorn bushes and low hanging branches.

I heard the crashing sound of the creature charging behind me.

The thick, vertical support legs were shifting, pulling out of the earth with wet, heavy tearing sounds that carried across the open space.

It was uprooting itself.

Panic, absolute and blinding, flooded my nervous system.

I didn't think.

It's me, Ashley.' Instantly light flooded from the door as the upper half was drawn back and Brent peered out shotgun in hand, blinking into the darkness.

"'Hurry and get in.' Panic still thrummed in his voice.

Then, "'Who's that standing behind you?' he shouted furiously.

"'Mr.

He reeled at each impact, but he did not fall until I had smashed home the sixth bullet.

Then he crawled on, beast-like, on hands and knees, froth and blood dripping from his grinning jaws.

Panic swept me.

Frantically I snatched the second gun and emptied it into that body that writhed painfully onward, spattering blood at every movement.

Bannon lunged.

Panic shrieked in his eyes, his hands scrabbling for a key switch at his belt.

Don't, don't let them out.

If they breach, if...