A/N: Hello! I hope everyone's enjoying it so far, this is a little shorter than the others but I kind of had to end it where I did...you'll understand ;)

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Almost without thinking, Quinn took her shot; she got her mark, the Wendigo was hit square in the chest and knocked back a good few feet. Sam breathed out a sigh of relief, but it wasn't over, it turned back on them and charged again, this time at Quinn; Quinn barely had time to duck and roll to move out of its path. She quickly reloaded her shotgun and took aim again, this time aiming for its head, or more specifically its left eye.

It charged – she fired.

BANG.

The gunshot was drowned out by the screaming howl the Wendigo let out; out of frustration perhaps? She knew it couldn't be in pain, these creatures didn't feel pain. When it turned to charge again Sam was ready, she used her deodorant and lighter to catch it as it leapt at Quinn and it staggered to the side, its body partially on fire. Quinn took her chance, she grabbed the end of her own home made flame thrower and moved close enough to attack; she knew her father wouldn't approve, he'd always stressed how they should be contained if possible, and not killed.

"Sorry pops." She doused the creature in fire. The spirit eventually broke forth from the shell of the Wendigo and flew past them screaming as it went, "Creepy fucker." Quinn shivered, she wiped a little sweat from her brow.

"Thanks." Sam let out a sigh of relief.

"No problem, that's what I'm here for…just try not to move next time. That deodorant came in handy though huh?" She grinned.

"I know, I know sorry; it was just the shock of being confronted by it again…and yeah I suppose it did…" Sam let out a shaky laugh. The fiery remains of the corpse lit up the room fairly well and the women saw there were several diverging paths again. "Oh man, which do we pick?" Sam bit her lip and looked at Quinn. Quinn sighed, she moved towards each tunnel, examining them as carefully as she could in the darkness, trying to pick up any clues, any sign of where they should go…

"Hell…s-so hungry…" She paused, well that was mightily convenient. One look at Sam's face told her that was Josh's voice. Or was it?

"I guess we'll go down this one." She sighed.

"Mimicking?" Sam asked, she shrugged.

"Could be, but what else can we do?" They took the tunnel to their right. Quinn stayed ahead and made sure she was protecting Sam from the front, if anything came at them she'd bear the brunt of it. Out of the corner of her eyes Quinn could see shapes, still, humanoid shapes and upon turning towards them she suddenly understood the lack of police. The mutilated dead corpses of three officers were strewn around tunnel, she held her hand over her nose and mouth and glanced at Sam from the corner of her eye; she looked pale. "C'mon Sammy…" Quinn tugged gently at the blondes sleeve and pulled her away from the grizzly scene and back towards the distant voice of Joshua Washington. The voice gradually got louder the further down the tunnel they ventured…it also seemed to get a little brighter as well.

"Just…one bite. One little bite…" Quinn quickened her pace, if that was Josh she clearly needed to get to him fast. The tunnel ended and they were in a fairly well-lit cavern; looking up at the end of the area there was a vast hole in the ceiling, letting in natural light…and under that natural light there stood a figure with its back to them – a human figure.

"J-Josh!" Sam called out to him instinctively and made her way over, he didn't turn around though. Quinn chewed her lip nervously and followed Sam, keeping a close eye on their surroundings since the blonde seemed to have temporarily given leave to her senses. "Joshua!" Once Sam was close enough she put a hand on Josh's shoulder. Josh's entire frame seized up and he turned with surprising speed and grabbed Sam's wrist.

"Flesh…!" Sam cried out in horror and tried to rip her wrist from his grip but he held it like a vice, luckily Quinn was faster. From inside her body-warmer she pulled out a handgun and pressed the barrel directly between Josh's eyes.

"Hey! I really don't want to use this Joshua, but so help me I will." Her voice cracked through the dark like a whip, and his eyes fell on her, though he still kept a tight grip on Sam. "Let her go, humans are friends, not food." He didn't, so she cocked the gun and looked him straight in the eye. "Let. Her. Go."

Josh had decided, he needed to find it.

The thing he craved, the one thing he wanted above all else.

Maybe it would end this hell. It wouldn't end the torment, he was fairly certain nothing would end that, but perhaps it'd sate this unbearable hunger; the hunger that was pain beyond anything he'd ever felt. He got to his feet and stared absently at the cavern wall before him; there were such odd drawings on the wall…and was that a skull? Josh suddenly shook his head, never mind that, he needed to concentrate, he needed something, he needed it…but where would he get it?

"J-Josh!" That was his name…someone was calling his name? He heard hurried footsteps behind him, "Joshua!" There was a warm hand on his shoulder…a warm fleshy hand. He spun around and grabbed the arm of the hand that had touched him, revelling in the glorious sound of the heartbeat attached to it.

"Flesh…!" He would have bitten into the arm, he desperately wanted too, but before he could he felt something cold pressed against his brow. Black, metal; a gun?

"Hey! I really don't want to use this Joshua, but so help me I will." Someone else who knew his name, he let his gaze wander from the barrel of the gun, to the arm of the one holding it and finally to their face. It was a girl; and she was beautiful. She stood before him with a truly fierce expression on her face, completely bathed in a white halo of light…an angel? But why was there an angel in hell? "Let her go, humans are friends, not food." The angel snarled at him and cocked her gun, "Let. Her. Go." Humans…humans are friends not food?

Was that true? Josh tore his gaze away from the dark haired angel and instead looked at the owner of the fleshy hand he still held…another woman. Her hair was fair, and her eyes were pale and clear…and very afraid; he could see she was scared of him. "Josh…" She said his name again, why did she sound so familiar?

"You have till the count of three to let Sam go Joshua." Sam? Sam…Sam!

"Sam…" As soon as the words left his lips he let go. How could he not recognise Sam? How far had he fallen? "Sam…I-I'm so sorry." He choked on the words and stumbled back, Sam's face eased up considerably.

"You recognise me now?" Her voice was soft, gentle and he nodded numbly. Wait…if Sam was here then…he was alive? This was all real? Questions swirled round his head, the reality of the situation sinking in. This was real. He was still in the mines. He had almost eaten Sam. Man, Dr Hill was right, he really was a monster.

"You came for me." His voice was hoarse and disbelieving. But Sam nodded, smiling at him tentatively. After everything he'd done, everything he'd been about to do she still had a smile for him. Looking to the side he saw the 'angel' from before was still pointing a gun at him…he watched her in mild curiosity. He certainly didn't recognise her, she was shorter than him with long dark hair, tanned skin and a level yet piecing gaze. And the way she was looking at him was unsettling.

"Of course we did Josh!" Sam apprehensively put her hand on his shoulder again, Josh slumped slightly and she cautiously pulled him into a hug. A hug he couldn't quite bring himself to return. "This is Quinn by the way, she helped us find you. We're gonna get you out of here." Sam pulled away and introduced the tiny, guarded brunette.

"Hello." He said lamely, what else could he say? It was true he had a lot of questions but nothing in his head was coherent enough to string into a sentence yet.

"Pleasure." She drawled back sarcastically, however she did stop pointing her gun at him. "Looks like we got here just in time." She was eyeing Josh critically and he didn't like it. "He's in pretty bad shape, we need to find the others and get out of here." Sam nodded in agreement. 'Others'? What 'others'? He wanted to ask, but he couldn't find the words. Quinn reached forward and took a walkie-talkie from Sam's coat pocket, "Stuart, we've found Washington. Over." She spoke into the mouthpiece and waiting for a reply, but none came. After a long stretch of silence she tried again. "Stuart-!"

Quinn was cut off by screams from nearby, Josh jumped and all three of them looked towards the source of the screaming. He watched as Quinn replaced her handgun with a shot gun and crouched in front of himself and Sam with it aimed at the darkness. Who was this girl?

The screams she heard were definitely male screams, there was no doubt about it. Quinn crouched and watched the darkness carefully for any signs of movement.

"SHIT!" Chris came hurtling from the darkness and stumbled towards them all, "J-Josh?! Sam! Quinn!" Quinn stilled her trigger finger with an aggravated sigh and quickly motioned for him to get behind her; he didn't need telling twice. Chris moved behind them, hugging Josh briefly.

"Fuck me!" Mike was the second one to burst forth from the darkness, he too took one look at their formation and quickly joined Quinn up front with his shotgun ready. Now all she was waiting for was Stuart…

"What happened?!" She hissed at Mike. "Where's Stuart?"

"We thought we heard Josh. Turns out we didn't." Mike gritted his teeth, "It was a trap, there were so many of them…we just ran." Quinn wanted to scream, you didn't run from Wendigo's! "Stuart…man I don't know, I thought he was behind me!" Quinn growled at him in annoyance but kept her eyes in front.

"Why didn't you just stay fucking still?" She asked through her own clenched teeth, still desperately searching for signs of Stuart, maybe he'd been a little smarter than these two idiots and stayed still. If that was the case then she'd have to go rescue him. She glanced back over her shoulder at Josh; he looked pale, and dazed and though he'd attacked Sam…he didn't seem to be undergoing any sort of transformation, no white eyes, no sharp teeth – perhaps they'd reached him just in time, they should be safe for a while if she left them here.

"Well 'scuse me for panicking!" Mike grumbled, keeping his eyes in front of him, "Eye's up front Indiana, we can check on crazy eyes later." Quinn shook her head in aggravation.

"Really, Indiana? I'm not a fucking archaeologist." Quinn growled, "C'mon Stu, where are you…" She sighed and chewed her lip nervously.

A few moments later, she really wished she hadn't asked that. From out of the sea of darkness in front of them, an object came hurtling towards them at quite some speed and dropped at Quinn's feet. Sam screamed, but Chris covered her mouth with his hand to muffle it and Quinn felt herself go numb – staring up at her was Stuart's head, very detached from his body; his eyes glazed over and his face twisted in terror.

Stuart was dead.