Kaiya's brow furrowed as the woman pulled up and Fritz clung to his shirt. glancing over his shoulder at his friend, he knew Fritz and him were of the same mind. Whatever was going on? They wanted nothing to do with.
Defending his friend, Kaiya put out an arm in front of him, clutching his skateboard tight under his other arm. They could theoretically beat their way through the group, force their way to a way out, but these were their neighbors, people they knew well and passed every day. Could he harm someone who didn't harm him? What if they did intend to hurt them now all of a sudden? Could he at least defend them?
Fritz's shout snapped Kaiya out of his thoughts, hoping that somehow his words would reach them, cause them to back off and stop acting so weird. Unfortunately this wasn't the case, if anything there were more of them now. The people who'd been filtering through had stopped, bringing the entirety of the market to a standstill. All watching them. All chanting the exact same thing in that eeries, zombie-like tone. "This world has been connected."
"Didn't you hear him!?" Kaiya growled, frustrated, maybe a little afraid. "He said get out of the way you creeps!"
He stepped forward, taking hold of the cart and tried to shove it out of the way but the woman didn't budge. Digging in her heels and using her weight to push back. "Just. MOVE!" He shouted, but she didn't listen. He'd had enough, sidestepping the cart so the woman and the cart moved pass them and took advantage of her confusion, to round her on the head with his skateboard, bringing her tumbling to the ground as her cart bowled over a few of the others in the way.
"I don't know what's going on, but I'm not gonna let you hurt my friend!" Kaiya shouted, clutching his skateboard like a weapon. He watched as those toppled reached out for something as if it was escaping from them, then made that same inhuman hiss as the shadows underneath them sprouted upward and swallowed them whole. The lady climbed to her feet, face distorted, somehow larger than she seemed to be mere moments ago. Her skin a sickly purple, and eyes now a glowing yellow within the black pits.
The good news, if you could call it that, was that no one was chanting anymore. They only gathered on either end of the road, blocking them off from escape.