She's strong. Despite the warning he jerks, tries to bolt but her teeth are already in his neck.

The words cartoid artery go through his mind, but he kicks and pushes anyway. He can feel himself slowly going numb, distant.

This is stupid he thinks. He doesn't want to die of something so small already, he doesn't want to die without helping his friends. He collapses like laundry and suddenly his heart isn't hammering anymore. Or beating. Butter's ghost is looking down at himself and the thin, feral girl. His ghost is wearing green scrubs though he doesn't notice that. He has the weirdest feeling of deja vu.

"What the hell...I mean, what the hell!?"