Honeyed Pasture Pull the trigger, and the nightmare stops

The scent of a stranger soon interrupted his quite exploration and halted his steps. Frozen in place, he fought against the panic rising in his stomach as he searched around him almost frantically to identify the the intruder. 

Too many pairs of eyes surrounding him. There's nowhere to escape. The undeniable feeling that this was probably the last thing he would ever see before his life was snuffed.

He shook his head, swallowing hard and forcing the memories away so that he could at least focus on the more present danger. He didn't even realize his breathing had become so fast until the quick movements of his chest caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He inhaled deeply through his nose a few times, still looking for whoever belonged to the scent before his ocean gaze finally settled on the form in the distance. He watched as she approached, still unable to move and definitely unable to say anything. Part of him wanted to bolt, but he was too rooted in place by his panic, so he just stood there and stared at the stranger.