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The man who walked out was pale and shambling, and for a second I thought he was sporting makeup too. His face was mottled grey and yellow, but it didn’t have the flat, greasepaint look ours did. He was staring at us in a way that brought on flashbacks of McGruff Beware Strangers videos.
The question boy made a hesitant approach. “Sir? Um, did you…” He started to trail off. The man was making a beeline for him.
“Guys?” Someone’s voice came. “Something’s wrong…” I started to back away.
It was then that the man grabbed question boy’s hand.
All pleasantries forgotten, he began screaming and swearing, pulling back his arm. The man (?) looked wasted but he must have been strong, and I watched in slow motion as he brought to boy’s fingers to his mouth. There was a crunch. A loud, loud crunch, followed by a louder scream.
The question boy made a hesitant approach. “Sir? Um, did you…” He started to trail off. The man was making a beeline for him.
“Guys?” Someone’s voice came. “Something’s wrong…” I started to back away.
It was then that the man grabbed question boy’s hand.
All pleasantries forgotten, he began screaming and swearing, pulling back his arm. The man (?) looked wasted but he must have been strong, and I watched in slow motion as he brought to boy’s fingers to his mouth. There was a crunch. A loud, loud crunch, followed by a louder scream.