Monster

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Two

"Called? What's with the past tense?" Nick spoke up. Nema turned to him, lips drawn into a tight smile.

"He is no longer the one you knew," she answered simply. He scowled.

"Let us see him," I begged. She narrowed her eyes.

"No more talking. Blindfold them," she instructed some guards. They nodded, pulling out strips of the cloth similar to the ones on Nema's hands. Then I was blinded, eyes open but seeing only dense caliginosity.

"Hey, stop-" I heard Nick protest, but the dull thud of the butt of a gun connecting with his skull silenced him. I heard him collapse to the floor.

"Nick?" I reached out blindly, then there was searing pain in the back of my head. Then... nothing.

I woke to find myself bound. I wasn't blindfolded, but thick ropes chafed my wrists and ankles. Coach was sitting nearby, and Nick was curled up on the floor, his back to me. His hair was matted with blood at the back. I sat up, my vision swimming as a wave of nausea washing over me. Then the floor shook. Looking around properly, I saw we were in the back of a truck. A window at one end showed the cabin - two CEDA agents conversing quietly in the driver's seats. The dim light flickered.

"Where," I croaked, licking my lips to wet them. "Where are you taking us?" The CEDA agent in the passenger seat turned to me, mask removed like the other beside him. He stared at me with emotionless, black eyes.

"You are being transported to a new camp to be executed," he replied coldly.

"But-" I was about to protest about our innocence, but before I could, a deafening crash sounded and blood splashed all over my clothes. The crushed agent's body was thrown around like a ragdoll in the cabin as the truck shook. Nick's eyes snapped open and he sat up, only to be thrown down again by the vicious turbulence. Red blood stained his suit as the other, still alive agent veered off the track he was following and crashed into a tree. His body was torn in two by a large shard of metal from the engine cover, his eyes widening and blood covering the glass panel separating him from us as his torso was cleanly separated from his legs. The truck flipped, sending us crashing into the ceiling before being flung back down again. My boot connected with Nick's stomach, and he yelled out in pain, but I couldn't reply as I was again thrown against the ceiling. The truck collided with the floor again, and my head snapped back. Then we were rolling, tumbling like clothes in a dryer, limbs tangling with one another. Eventually, the motion stopped, and I lifted my head. Nick was motionless a distance away, blood oozing from a gash in his forehead, but his eyes opened as I watched him. He nodded slowly at me, and I nodded back, before turning to Coach. The older man was cradling a broken wrist, however he seemed unharmed otherwise, save for a few bruises. I stood up in the truck, stooping with the low ceiling, stumbling on an injured ankle. I pushed open the buckled doors. Grabbing the bar that had secured it for defense, and a torch from my pocket, I edged around the truck to the cabin. The door to the driver's seat was swinging open. The agent himself was opening and closing his mouth, his expression surprised as if he hadn't realized what trouble he was in, with his legs attached to his torso with only intestines, glistening in the flickering torchlight. I grabbed his gun, and took a pistol from his holster. He stared at me as I pressed the pistol against his head, and fired. He fell back against the leather seat, dead.

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I sighed, retying my hair, which had become loose while I was in the truck. I stepped away from the cooling corpse of the agent, nudging his legs closer to his top half so it didn't look as creepy. I turned to see Coach limping towards me, his expression grim.

"Now what?" he asked.

"I don't-" A crunch of glass made me stop. Nick emerged from the back of the truck, his suit spattered with blood. Wincing as the glare of my torch caught him in the face, he shielded his eyes and groaned.

"Now what?" He unknowingly echoed Coach, and now they were both looking expectantly at me.

"We need to find out what broke the truck, and killed that agent." I motioned towards the first agent, who had been crushed by the door while speaking to me. The door on his side of the truck was badly buckled, the metal dented as if a huge fist had connected with it.

"No..." I gasped, staggering forwards. "It was a Tank-" As I spoke, a ground-shaking roar erupted from behind us. Spinning around to face the noise, my heartbeat racing erratically, I saw the massive Infected tower over us, fists slamming heavily into the spot where I had been standing just a few seconds before.

"Run!" Nick bellowed, taking off, Coach following behind. I tried to sprint, but I slipped on my injured ankle. The Tank snorted furiously, grabbing my and swinging me into the air. The air was pummeled out of me as I landed solidly on my back, dust flying up in clouds. I clenched my teeth before my bruised ribs were crushed under the grasp of the Infected. I screamed out loud. There was a screech, ringing in my ears. A Hunter's call! I shook my head as I was thrown to the ground. Looking up blearily, my vision swimming, I saw a dark shape scratching furiously at the huge beast. The Tank - at least four times its size - lumbered around, thick arms swinging to attack the creature clinging to its back. Then gunfire burst into its tuneless song behind me, and Nick stepped forwards, holding a discarded assault rifle. One of the agents must've dropped it, and the Tank fell to its knees, roaring one last cry before slumping forwards. The smaller creature fell off backwards, creeping back from us warily.

"Who are you?" I called anxiously. It was standing on all fours, like a Hunter, but its clothes looked different. Instead of the hooded sweatshirt and trousers, this was wearing a t-shirt, rolled down coveralls and a cap... It was Ellis!

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