runaway!

Her mind was a frantic whirlwind, as tumultuous as even the worst sea storm she'd ever experienced. Her thoughts were as violent as ocean waves, crashing over one another until everything was drowned out almost completely. She was sick - dying, even - and she needed help, and now. If she'd been in a right state of mind she never would've dreamed of coming close to a stranger, just in case she was at all contagious, but she wasn't thinking straight. Was barely even moving properly, really. And the look in her eye wasn't quite right either. She was frantic, slowly drifting toward crazed as she struggled to deal with these racing thoughts and growing paranoia that threatened to consume her as quickly as the ooze itself did. "Are you sure?" She asked after a moment, her voice small and pleading. Another step closer, though her paws seemed intent on fighting her mind's need to get closer. "Do you know anyone maybe, who could help?" Out here she was alone, painfully alone, and she needed help before things got much worse. She was sure of that, if nothing else.