Aleksandr touched Sylvia's shoulder, "I can--," he paused, realizing something wasn't right. “Are… you okay?” he glanced at the three persons behind him and then back at Sylvia.  Her eyes were shut tightly.  He turned the wheelchair around and moved it from the stairs and door.  Squatting down in front of her, he tilted his head to the side a bit and in a soft and curious tone he spoke her name, “Sylv?”  He made the motion with his hand to grasp hers, but he refrained and put his hand back in front of him.

[i]Teeth sank into her plush skin, piercing through it like dough. His mouth swung her body around like a rag doll, snarling and drooling saliva and blood from his half closed mouth. His nose crinkled while crunching into the bones like twigs, feeling them snap between his jaws.  The victim’s shrieks were magnificent, but suddenly died.  The monster quit twisting his large head and torso around and flopped the body onto the filthy, blood stricken, concrete ground.  His large shadow towered over the corpse before tearing into its limbs, ripping them off and chewing them whole.  While tilting his head upwards, he swallowed.  His claws shredded the insides of the dead victim, and his nose dug into the guts of the unrecognizable corpse.  His teeth were gnawing as drool continued salivating from his hungry mouth.  He wanted more.  He wanted all of it.[/i]

Aleksandr shook his head and turned to the three, “I don’t think she’s okay, guys,” his eyes piercing at them. [@Arista]