I woke up with a yawn and noticed we were still on the road. Looking up at the back window, I saw that it was dawn. The other Hunter had grown really quiet. I looked over at him; seeing he was staring at me...I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew his gaze landed on the slashes on my arm...remembering how I got them. He quietly whimpered.

He turned away resting his chin on his knees. The Hunter was bigger and more muscular than me. And looked about twenty-eight. His brown hoodie and dark red shorts were torn and wrapped in black duct tape, exposing his pale white and scarred skin.

He was truly terrified.

I also noticed he was wearing tape around his left ankle and right hand. Dried blood speckled it. Maybe that's where he got bit? Or scratched?...

I turned away from him and thought about Jess, Rick and the others. H-how...why...why?...How could they just go and try to kill me like that?...They know me...I didn't kill Chey...

Just why?...

I croaked, Bringing Hunter's attention back to me. He tilted his head as I eyed him with my back turned. I saw him try and say some thing, but growls replaced those words. He sighed, shuttered then glanced at the floor before going quiet again.

I blinked then eyed the doors as the van came to a screeching halt. Hunter lifted his head up as we both heard voices coming this way. The back doors opened, revealing the men. There were three others behind them in white coats and all had shit-eating grins on their faces.

Hunter began growling and snarling as I lowered myself. "They'll do nicely" one coat guy sneered. He glared at Hunter "bring him out first."

"'Ight man" one of our abductors replied. He grabbed a long pole with a snare...one like...a dog catcher would use to snap around a dog's neck. "He put up one hell of a fight this big bastard. Much harder to get than this scrawny bitch here." another snickered, pointing at me.

I snarled lightly as they opened up his cage. I looked at him as Hunter scooted backwards until his back hit the bars. he cried out and swatted violently at the thing until the man holding it jabbed his stomach with it. Hunter yelped and they snapped the snare around his neck. He whined and struggled clawing at it as they dragged him out.

How the hell can they treat us like this? We're just as human as they are!

I watched in horror as he was now on his feet, backing up and gripping the snare thrashing and wailing trying to get away...both abductors had their grips on the pole, but were thrust-ed backwards when Hunter tried lunging and slashing the air at them screeching. They staggered until one fell on his ass as the other struggled harder. Though one of the coat men tripped Hunter while he was distracted. He landed with a cry but instantly fought back when they tried holding him still. He let out a deep scream...until one man brought out a needle filled with a clear liquid and tranqed him with it.

Hunter instantly slowed. He whimpered constantly, lightly kicking until he stopped. Eventually knocked out.

I was so scared and distracted from what I was seeing, I didn't notice the third coat guy sneak a tranq towards me. I yelped loudly when the needle pierced my skin...my vision instantly started to blur...I fell over on my side, listening to the men laugh darkly before passing out.

I very slowly woke up groggily, groaning. After wiping my eyes I looked around blankly; And saw I was in a room with computers, equipment and other shit.

Were we...in a lab?

Hunter was nowhere in sight. Neither were the men. I whined softly in terror and tried to move.

Something held me back.

I tried again, and heard the rattle of chains. I stopped and lifted my hands up...seeing thick cuffs, attached to thick chains locked on them; wound up and tied to the floor.

I started shaking and shrieked. I thrashed and pulled with all of my strength but got nowhere. I couldn't move far either. My breathing was hard, I squeaked and whined as I felt my eyes water shaking harder. I cried out, and tugged on them some more.

I hope my family and friends were OK. Even if they abandoned me. Even if they tried killing me. Even if I wasn't wanted anymore.

The lab doors opened. I squeaked again and scrambled to a dark corner where the chains let me. I cowered as two of the men snickered stalking towards me.

"Hey, get your fucking ass out here runt." the abductor scowled. He kicked me hard in the stomach. I painfully squeaked loudly and cringed as he grabbed the chains and roughly dragged me out into view. He kicked me even harder this time...taking the wind out of me. I curled into a ball, hands trembling as I cried softly while the scientist stopped him.

"Alright, let's see." the scientist sighed, as the abductor held me down; putting a knee on my head and keeping my arms in his grip. "cure test number one."

Test? I'm a fucking test subject?!

I sneered as he went through some papers, but then whined in fear when he brought out a tube with dark blue liquid inside. I tried to squirm, but I couldn't move much with the fucking prick sitting on me.

The needle hurt. Badly. I shrieked as the liquid was pumped into me. Then the abductor hopped off.

"How long is it going to take?" he asked.

"Should be an half-hour."

...That liquid was so cold. I strained and cried on the floor. I felt my body grow numb...my head hurt...I thought I was going to die.

'I don't wanna die...'

An half-hour passed. The feeling was gone; but no results came out of it. None at all.

"And...that was sadly a fail." the scientist concluded, writing on a paper as the abductor grunted.

I whimpered and weakly dragged myself to the wall and shakily sat facing them as I could feel the liquid flush out of me.

'...N-no more...it h-hurts...'

My mouth quivered and I flinched greatly when the abductor took a taunting step towards me. He chuckled smugly at my reaction.

We then all turned to a window when we heard footsteps coming this way. Two bigger men had Hunter by his arms. His bare feet dragged across the ground. He started struggling weakly but gave up when they brought him into the room.

I saw him lift his head and look at me as I hid my face in my knees squeaking in misery. He let out a feral growl and warning snarls while the scientist instructed them to lock him up in the chains a few meters away from me.
Hunter fought back harder this time. They got one cuff on him and I looked up in time to see one of the bigger men kick in his shins; making him drop to his knees.

Enough was fucking enough. We both angrily screeched as he whirled back around and I tried to pounce but the chains stopped me. Hunter slashed the man across the chest as the others backed away in shock. He stumbled back and gazed down at the tears in his shirt as blood stained them. His breathing became loud and pissed while he glared at Hunter, with him growling as the rest of us watched.

Suddenly, the man pulled his weapon of choice out from his belt..."now you wanna play? Eh you fugly motherfucker?" he challenged, wielding the machete back and forth at him.

From what I could see of Hunter's expression, it went from rage to absolute fear. He frantically backed away shrieking in horror as the other men tried to calm him down. "We need them alive! You're not gonna turn! You're immune, remember?!"

Lucky bastards.

But with an angry shout, and before any of us could react any further, the man swung quickly...he...he c-cut...he cut...o-off...Hunter's right hand...and six inches of his arm off with it...

Blood sprayed onto my hoodie as I barreled for my corner. Hunter screeched and screamed so loudly I thought I was going to go deaf. Hunter clutched his massive wound and cowered greatly against the wall in sheer pain and dread as the man towered above him hollering insults in English and Spanish.

"Why'd you go and do that brother?! You could of just hit him!" another man yelled.

"DID YOU SEE WHAT HE DID BOY?! HE HAD IT COMING!" he screamed as the scientist moved in and patched the stump up while Hunter was busy writhing in agony.

Everyone else was stunned. The man glared and pointed his blood-stained blade at me. "THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO!"

I only whimpered and shook violently.

The scientist sighed. "OK, alright that's enough. We're calling it a day for now." He got up and picked the limb off the floor "let's go."

I watched them leave and when the doors closed behind them, I looked to Hunter who was cradling his stump against his chest whining and crying softly. I gave him a sorrowful look. I felt so horrible for him.

It became late at night, but I woke up from a deep sleep hearing Hunter still whimpering. I looked over at him to see him staring at the spot where his hand used to be. Least he still had most of his arm. I glanced at the hard floor then up at the table next to me and spotted...a bottle of pain killers?

I raised an eyebrow and kicked the table quite a few times. I gave it one last hard kick and the bottle toppled over. Using my foot, I strained and struggled grunting until I was able to pull it over to me.

I tossed a couple at him after popping it open. He eyed me so I motioned for him to swallow them.
He did just that...and gave me a thankful smile. I smirked back. I wished we could talk through telepathy...that would be nice.

Hunter then reached inside his shorts pocket with a whine and pulled something out. He slid it over to me and took it. In the moonlight I saw it was a photo of two teenaged girls, a pre-teen boy and a woman. I turned it over and on the back read:

"My family...my two beautiful girls, son and wife."

I turned it back over and smiled at the grinning, happy family. I then looked over at Hunter again...my smile faded when I saw him watching me with tears streaming down his face.

He sobbed, feebly pointing at the picture...then...he spelled out "they're all dead..." on the floor.

I stiffened but felt my heart drop. I gazed back at the picture. They looked like they were a really happy kin.
I slowly rose to my knees and eyed him. He hiccuped and sobbed some more. My gaze went to the floor before I slowly slid it back to him. I sat against the wall as he took it back gingerly.

If he felt we weren't going to get out of this alive, he must be thinking: '...I'll see you on the other side...'

I sat against the wall and gazed up at the full moon. And if that's the case...if my family's also gone...

I only hoped I could do the same.

...

For the next MONTH, it has been nothing but torture and tests. All of them failed, and nothing from the two of us has changed. They treated us like shit. Though they fed us, and kept us hydrated...and kept up with our hygiene.
But I hated them. I fucking hated them all.

Hunter and I grew a friendship, we defended each other and was there for one another everyday. His wound healed nicely; and he also felt the same about these men.

...We needed to get the hell outta here.