Attacked

I had a night class today, and the instructor let us out early. My car was in a parking garage on the other side of campus, so it was sort of a long walk.

Anyway, after a few minutes of walking, I realized that someone had been walking behind me since I left class. Whoever it was, they were keeping their distance though, and let's face it, with everything that's happened, I could just be jumpy, so I ignored my mysterious follower.

Big mistake.

As I was opening my car door, she just ran up behind me, grabbed me by the hair, and slammed my head against the car door. I was disoriented, so I wasn't really able to fight back as she threw me to the ground and started kicking me in the ribs.

I managed to get my wits back around the time the knife came out. The girl stabbed down at me, and managed to get some skin off my shoulder, but I was able to roll away in time to avoid any serious damage. She kcked at me again. Got me right in the chest. Damn that hurt. But I was able to kick at her knees and scramble to my feet. She fell when I kicked her, and I managed to get into my car and get the fuck out of there.

It wasn't until I got home that I realized that I recognized her. Her face had been all over the news just a few weeks ago. She was the first victim. They found her body on the beach. I was attacked by a dead girl.

I was attacked by a fucking dead girl.