She froze, eyes locked on the bladed weapon. Struck speechless, she could only stammer and panic, her eyes the only working thing apparently as they darted around them, desperately seeking help. "B-but why would you want to do that, Sam? I thought...we...were trying to be f-friends."
Clarie swallowed hard and found strength enough to swing her backpack at Sam, hoping it would hit his face or delay him as she tore off down the parking structure. At that same moment, she screamed in her head for Peter, hoping he was able to come...or send her father.