Fuck, she thought that Ellie would catch it on her knife, she thought- doesn't matter.

Abby lurches forward, trying to get the distance back. She barely feels her bleeding hand. She grabs for the stalker right as Ellie slips, and the two of them go down hard, her fingers closing on nothing.

Shouting. Abby can't tell from who. Ellie writhing, kicking underneath the thing, trying to pull her knife out of it-- Abby loops her arm around its withered neck to haul it off and it bucks furiously against her, slamming an arm out, an elbow sinking in. When it turns sharply, the handle of Ellie's knife smacks against her arm.

It might have been comical if the stalker hadn't slipped in her grip, fighting, if it hadn't got its mouth free and level with her arm, if it hadn't opened wide, to bite her.

It happens way too fucking fast.