ApocE/Ask what is going on

"Who are those guys after you?" I asked, staring at the girl. She was

wearing a strapless black tank top and skinny jeans. She was a head and

a half shorter than me, and petite in a cute way. She looked the same age

as me, sixteen or seventeen.

Before she could answer my inquiry, the men chasing her slammed against

my front door, making no attempt to turn the nob. The girl shrieked and

ran to me, hugging me tightly and hiding behind me.

"Can't...breathe..." I muttered.

The girl let go of me when she realized the men wouldn't get in. She

looked at me, fear still in her eyes, but now with a hint of hopefulness.

"Everyone is acting like that," she told me. "It's like everyone went rabid.

They are trying to eat us."

"I think we are safe in here," I told her. "That is a sturdy door. Are you

alone? What happened to your family?"

As soon as I asked, I regretted it. She didn't answer, but the worry filling

her face told me she was unsure, which didn't mean they were dead or...one

of those.

Despite all that was going on, the girl was rubbing my bicep. It was nothing

impressive or anything, but she seemed interested in touching me.

Do I...