Slapping, whipping leaves become gnarled finger-like branch tips, clawing and stabbing at their skin and clothes. To Eleanor it's reminiscent of a certain nightmarish scene from her favorite fairy tale. But here and now it's all too real.

"Argh. Motherfucker!" she cries out as a particularly cruel limb scratches her forearm and draws blood. With both hands occupied on the bike's handlebars, she's pretty much defenseless against the onslaught. Thankfully though, she does still have her helmet on. She takes a moment to drop the mirrored visor in order to protect her face.

"For fuck's sake fight back!" she shouts to Jamie.

"Chop the bastards up or we're never gonna make it!"