Clark's hands shook as his fingers raced across the keypad of his cell phone. "Hello?" Lex was on the other line. "Where is she?" Clark insisted. "Where's who? Clark, what are you talking about?" "Don't play your games with me! Lana, she's gone missing from a hospital in Shanghai and I figure, if anyone knows what's going on, it's you. Considering, you're keeping tabs on her even though she left you," Clark's jaw tightened after the words slipped through his lips. "I have no clue where Lana is, I thought she was dead," Lex lied. "Bull! –I know you've kept track of her, you knew Lana wasn't dead and you were just too embarrassed that she was leaving you, so you watched her. You were stalking her. Why'd you do it, Lex?" Clark was now yelling; his teeth clenched and he spoke again, "—where is she?" "Clark," Lex yelled, "I don't know where Lana is! Do you think I wanted her to die? –No, I didn't. I loved her." "Quit lying to me, Lex, just tell me. Where is she?" "Clark, I don't-," Lex began, but was quickly interrupted. "Liar! –Fine, I'll just find her myself." Clark quickly hung up without giving Lex the opportunity to reply.
Lana groaned as she pulled at the wires that bound her wrists and ankles together. Why wires? She thought, hoping Clark would show up. "Well, hiya Barbie. So glad you're awake. You were out longer than the others," a man with layered red and black hair smiled hideously at her. She eyed the room she was in. The figures that stood, staring blankly at her, were brainwashed, and among them were Emma-Lee, Chloe, and a young girl about seventeen. "What-what's going on?" Lana stuttered. "Don't you know? You're going to be a zombie, a brainwashed, mind-controlled, flesh eating zombie," the man's smile grew. "What? No," Lana began to struggle to escape. "Oh, and why?" "Because," Lana paused, "you-just can't." A tear fell down her face, all she wanted was to remember her past, why she couldn't die, but she knew that there was something, someone holding her back. Making her want to be alive.
"Oh, boo hoo, you think I really care why?" The man's breath lingered in front of Lana's face and in her nose, making her gag slightly. "Ready? No? Good," the man put a mask over Lana's face, even though she shook her head, trying to get him to ease up on her. He watched happily as a green gas filled the mask and curled around the curves of Lana's face. She murmured pointless words and she forced herself to stay awake, "Clark." "Oh, Clark, help me, Clark, help me," the man said mockingly. Lana's eyes fluttered open and closed when the man got face-to-face with her, "awe, you're dying. Aren't you?" "No," Lana whispered, "no." "Yeah, I think you are. Well, since you're dying and all, you want to see your little boyfriend? It may be good for you," the man crinkled his nose playfully. "Clark," Lana sighed. Her eyes losing color and her face losing life.
Clark yelled as he was thrown into the room with Lana. He was bleeding profusely and obviously in pain. "Clark?" Lana's eyes rolled into her head and back out, "what? What's wrong?" "Nothing, Lana," his voice was hoarse and raspy, "you'll be okay." "Kill them," the man commanded, glaring at Clark and Lana, and then left. "No," he groaned uselessly. Clark began to worry as the figures began to advance toward him and Lana. "Stop," he sighed, the meteor rock in the zombies was slowly killing him, painfully. Soreness pulsed and throbbed through him furiously, Clark would be dead in a matter of minutes.
