You hold on to your humanity and fight back

Your fist goes straight into Mary’s jaw.

Those self defense classes did help you after all.

Taking her by surprise she falls backwards on her ass.

She looks displeased.

Not losing time you jump on her and methodically start punching her face time and time again.

You punch her until she grabs your wrists.

The eyes that are now looking at you are definitely not those of your friend.

She pushes you away sending you flying through the room.

You crash into the bouncer’s wooden stool by the door.

The creature that is now rushing towards you has clearly no peaceful intentions.

You brace yourself for impact when your fingers wrap around a stick.

You only have the time to pick it up when the mass of your former friend rams into you.

“You bitch,” she spits in a gasp.

She stumbles back.

The wooden stake, formerly a foot of the stool, coming out from her chest is dripping blood.

Your friend turns to dust.

You just killed her.

You’re chocked.

You crawl to the door, find the lock and flee into the night.

You’re saved.