Blair screamed and screamed again, her previous fear paling in comparison to the sheer terror that now gripped her. She found she couldn't move, couldn't do anything but stare in disbelief as Chuck lunged at the monster. Her screams abruptly stopped as he began hacking mercilessly with the knife into the thing's neck. She covered her mouth with both hands--wide-eyed and terror-stricken at the gruesome sight--only lowering them again once Chuck's bloody task was completed. Rolling waves of nausea assaulted her as she surveyed his work, the blood was everywhere on the creature, on Chuck, on the floor around them. Even more horrible was that the way that the creature's head, its face still turned to Blair, clung to the body by only a narrow, bloody sinew. For a moment, she thought she was going to be sick and finally managed to look away. Taking a few stumbling steps, she braced herself with both hands flattened on a counter, struggling to breathe. This was a nightmare. Where was Dorota? Where was Daddy? Why were she and Chuck left alone to handle this never-ending horror?
Chuck. Chuck! Blair whirled to find that Chuck was still pressed against the opposite wall, his gaze still fixed on the thing that, judging from its now blood-stained white coat, had once been a chef at this very establishment. Something about his terrified expression and reddened eyes snapped her out of the near catatonic state she had fallen into.
"Chuck!" she called, suddenly finding her voice once more. With quick, light steps she walked around the body and came up right in front of him. "Chuck, look at me." Her still-shaking hands reached up, cupping both sides of his face and forcing it downwards to meet her eyes.
Her small fingers pressed insistently against his cheekbones as she forced herself to focus only on him. "Listen, listen. It's okay. You did it-- it's over. It's over, okay?"