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Chaos was the order of the day in the diner as many patrons grew more panicky and scared, one even went so far as to scream the man was dead. Verity kept the phone on but stopped listening. Just goes to show how law enforcement worked when they had automated messages as opposed to actual human responders. 

Veriy made her way over but kept her distance to allow those near the man to work. [color=DCDC95]"The police are on their way but given what's happening in the city I imagine it will be a minute."[/color] The others got to work grabbing ice to prepare for whatever. Verity didn't need to get blood or any other bodily fluids on her shoes so she kept some distance, eyeing the others.

She wasn't surprised that, despite the fear, they stuck around. Humans had an almost otherwordly curiosity to them, especially in moments of panic and fear. Verity was reminded of the body bag incident from before. How it seemed to move despite having a dead person in it. Could this be similar? The man was alive, or so she was told, but...was he?