I'm so hungry right now.

I poke at the fire in front of me, a hand placed over my stomach as it rumbled at me. No food, and it's been two or three days. I lost track when the car was lost. All we had were our camping supplies right now, and the only thing we could possibly eat was the padding in the bottom of the tent. I looked over at aforementioned tent and almost contemplated cutting the damn thing open and poisoning myself for a full stomach.

"Basura why are you staring at the tent like that?"

I looked across the fire to Sheldon, my fiancé. I was started to contemplate eating him. All we had done was fight and bitch and poke at each other's nerves the entire time we had been stuck out here. I gotta admit, over the fire, he was looking rather hot. His hair was black, a stark contrast to my white waves when we were side by side, and right now it shined blood red thanks to the glow of the flames. His blue eyes danced with flames, making my heart warm a little bit, but my empty stomach overpowered anything else and I growled at him, stabbing at the fire with more anger than before.

"Oh I don't know Sheldon, maybe because you didn't pack enough food like I told you to. I told you to bring about a week's worth, just in case, but oh no you knew better right? You always know better."

He stood up, hands clenched at is sides. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

I glared up at him. "I wanted to spend our pre-wedding week in a tropical place, but you had to drag me out here in the desert," I stood and waved my hands towards the darkness. "There is nothing out here but rocks and sand! What kind of fun can you have out here?! I mean besides preparing yourself for suicide!"

Sheldon flinched. Good, I wanted him to hear my harsh words because they were truly how I felt right now. I didn't want to come out here, I wanted to go to the Bahamas or someplace like that. It's not like I hated the desert or anything, I just didn't want to be here before I got married. I wanted to have a little relaxation and pampering before our big day. I had been planning with his mom, my mom and all of his sisters for that day. He had six sisters, I only have one and we haven't spoke for about three years so it didn't matter. His sisters had poked and prodded me about what the theme would be for a few months. It would be a garden wedding, my dress was beautiful. It was short, knee length, and the skirt was made of peacock feathers, some white and some colored. It was expected to be a lavish wedding and Sheldon had paid for everything, but no matter how much he lavished me for this day I was still angry at him.

Angry because we were in the desert, because we had no food, because I didn't bring a lot of clothes, because my engagement band was too tight, because my dress was in the trunk and because I was just pissed off at him for being so fucking stupid.

"Well I'm sorry I just wanted to spend some time with you away from the world," Sheldon was beginning to pout.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "We could have spent just as much time together at a nice hotel or the beach as we are spending here. At least there we wouldn't be starving and mad at each other, or staying in a shitty tent."

"Ya know what Basura? Fuck you, I'm going to sleep. I'll walk back to the gas station in the morning and get a tow and then I guess we can both go our separate ways."

I watched him stomp off to the tent, chin held high until the flap was zipped shut. I shifted into the darkness and slumped my back against a boulder, knees pointed up and started to cry. This was not how any of this was supposed to go. We were supposed to get a break from the world for about a week then get married and go on our honeymoon to wherever we wanted to go. But now, now we're not even together anymore. I guess I'm sleeping out here tonight. I can't face him after that, I have to stay away from him.

I sighed and wiped the tears away, pushing myself up from the boulder and shoved my hands into the pockets of my daisy dukes. I looked out into the darkness of the desert, lit white by the moon, and squeezed my thighs together. I gotta pee so fucking bad, but I really don't want to go out there in the desert alone. Who knows what I would run into? I could get bit by a rattlesnake or a scorpion and die without Sheldon knowing until it was too late. I groaned, dropping my head back and stomping towards a bush I could barely see. No boulders for me, I need that brown leaf hanging off of one of the measly twig branches. I crouched down, shorts bunched at my ankles as I sighed.

Against my will I started to realize how beautiful the desert was at night. Everything was pale and slightly red, and tonight wasn't as cold as the night before last so I wasn't shaking everywhere. I smiled to myself for a moment and went to pull my shorts up but something grabbed a hold of my wrist and mouth. My eyes grew wide and I screamed into the hand, kicking myself up and towards the camp but it was no use, the hands holding me were too strong. I wasn't really a built woman, I never needed it, I had spent most of my life indoors so I needed no muscles really, only in my thighs for my future baby but that was it and they were doing me no good.

I was slammed into the ground, onto my back, and my chest lurched forward, lungs tightening as my breath left me. My boot heels dug into the sand weakly, no help as my legs were kind of numb. My eyes rolled around desperately in my head as I looked for help, but I didn't see Sheldon outside the tent or truck. I wish I could do something, but my whole body was numb and of no use to me. A silhouette twisted around to straddle me, hand firmly clasped onto my mouth. I saw nothing, just there outline, but I sure as hell felt their tongue run up the side of my face and started to cry.

"The fuck?!"

I was able to jerk my head to see a large black figure jerking Sheldon out of the tent by his leg. Sheldon kicked and cursed, but whoever it was dragging him just laughed this childish laugh and gave one mighty pull, jerking him through the air and sending him flying into our fire. Sheldon's scream was probably the most horrifying thing I have ever heard in my life. his back arched and his hands shook rapidly as they reached through the fire to get to his back. His eyes darted around, looking for me I guess. I reached out, but was too far into the dark, and dug my fingers into the sand, trying to drag myself towards him, but I was so weak. I let my hand flatten against the sand as Sheldon finally saw me. His skin, all exposed now thanks to the fire burning his boxers away, was bright red, black patches littered all over his neck and left leg.

He reached out for me, blood on his palm while the broad man stood over him, a disfigured face smiling down at my fiancé. "Basura…" he choked on blood that came from his lips and flowed slowly into his nose and right eye.

I closed my eyes tightly and felt a tear or two drop down my temple and heard him scream again. The figure over me howled, like a dog, and ground their hips against mine. I could…feel him through his jeans and my shorts. It made me sick and terrified.

"Gonna have som' fun wit cha girly," a gruff voice whispered in my ear as that tongue dug into the canal.

I cringed but didn't pull away, I was paralyzed by fear. He cackled against my ear and jumped up, dragging me with him and finally releasing my mouth so I could take in huge gulps of air. He dragged me towards our camp while the giant dug through our tent, crooning at the stuff he tossed out behind him. I bit back bile as I truly saw Sheldon's now flaming corpse. He had become part of the fire pit now. I looked away, then saw the face of my captor and screamed again.

His eyes were small, but the blue was bright as ice, piercing like a knife or the eyes of a jungle cat. His skin was strange, like it was stretched, but not drooping, and had a few hole in the wrinkles. His hair was wild, gray and almost defying gravity. But what scared me, what made me scream, was the horrible cleft and his crooked jaw. His teeth were strangely white, but still crooked.

"Oh god let me go please! Please!" I begged, jerking my arm a little.

He held fast and growled, jerking me against his side. "Hell naw girly, wanna ya." He leered at me grossly and I shivered. He jerked his head towards the giant with him as he fiddled with Sheldon's engagement band. "Get em and we go home, Papa hungry."

I quivered and noticed his relaxed grip. I took off into the desert, huffing it in the opposite direction we had come from in the car. My lungs were beginning to sting after a few minutes but I had to push through the pain. I couldn't be caught by them. No, I just can't. What the fuck were they anyway? Mutants? I had heard of people going missing in the desert, huge groups of people ya know, military officers and everything, but I didn't think it was this desert. I wonder if my cousin was out here…

I went zero to sixty and hit the ground, gasping in pain again as my forehead bounced against the sharp rocks. Dust flew past me and the toe of black combat boots entered my vision. I looked up, gasping for breath, and saw the one with the cleft leering down at me.

"'Tupid," he spat and reached down, jerking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

I screamed against his back, seeing the giant dragging Sheldons cooked corpse behind him, and then began to cry. "Please! Please just let me go! Please you have to, I was supposed to be getting married!"

He cackled and smack my ass. I tensed up at the contact, how it stung. "Like I said, 'tupid."