One month later-

Naru had assumed that everything with the walker had been a dream since she'd woken up in her chair with her research papers scattered everywhere around her desk and a blanket pulled up around her shoulders. She shifted slightly and hissed as her stomach and the inner elbow of her right arm had both burned and looked towards the cell expecting to see the walker gone or messing with something, and had found him stretched out on his bed.

The cell door closed. With no indication that anything at all had happened.

She'd been stupid to shrug off the walker and what had happened, thinking them a mere trick of her over worked mind. Until...

A few weeks later she started feeling sick and found herself throwing up at random times, usually when she had something to eat in her hands. The walker, whom had been strangely quiet and unanimated until this point began to take an unnerving amount of interest in her everyday activities while she worked in the lab.

She'd walked in one morning after getting sick, grabbed the garbage can and dragged it over to her desk and had sat down and massaged her temples for the longest time before deciding to call it an early day. Figuring that she was merely coming down with the flu or something and had gotten up to go back to her private living quarters to rest when she'd been hit by a wicked case of vertigo and collapsed.

When she had woken up again, the cell door was wide open and the walker had her wrapped in a blanket, her body settled in his lap. One cool hand laid against her forehead before shifting through her hair. "How are you feeling?" He asked curiously, concern coloring his tone.

She groaned and weakly smacked at his hand. "Not this dream again." She muttered tiredly while making a mental note to get more sleep from now on. Wonderful. Her work was finally driving her insane.

The walker got a peculiar look on his face and then gave her an amused smile. "So... you've had this dream often?"

"No."

"Well that is a pity. I bet you have interesting dreams. Now answer my question. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like I need to hurl." She said as she tried to push away from him so that she could get closer to the garbage can but he refused to let her budge and merely forced her to lean against him again and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

"Sit still and close your eyes and try not to think about anything." He said gently. She tilted her head back a little bit and looked at him for a second then closed her eyes and sighed as she let herself drift off. She no longer cared if this was a weird dream or not, she was just so damn tired.

He waited until her breathing pattern changed and got a slightly pained look on his face. His time was almost up and he couldn't very well leave her with the humans. As soon as something happened (if it happened) the humans would automatically assume the worst and try to kill her and the baby. If it survived to begin with that is.

He needed to get her away from here. Hide her among his own kind maybe?

At least he knew that if they had her, they would take care of her. Where as the humans- God why hadn't it occurred to him before now what they would do to her and the baby? He wasn't stupid. He should have thought of this before acting a month ago but... But his mind was slipping at an alarming rate. His hunger for flesh increasing.

And it wouldn't be much longer before he escaped his cell and attacked her in an effort to appease his hunger since the humans keeping him thought that he only ate living flesh and hadn't been feeding him. However if he could escape and take her with him, he could gorge himself and see if feeding on his fellow undead would do anything to ease his hunger and reverse some of the effects of his degeneration and buy him more time.

He could be around for his kid's birth. Or whatever.

But escaping from the building would be tricky since there were alarms, video cameras, and armed guards all over the building. Still, he'd never been one to back down from a challenge.

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Pale, slender fingers slipped through the vent and carefully moved the metal aside as mismatched eyes studied the lobby of the building that they were sneaking into. Asuma's health was degenerating at a dangerous pace since he'd stopped eating a month ago in an effort to slowly but surely drive Kakashi insane. He knew that hsi friend missed his wife, but he couldn't allow him to see her.

It just wasn't safe.

But he'd finally caved upon seeing how bad off Asuma was several days ago when he'd gone to see him and had seen the man sitting in the corner of his make shift home, his cheeks and eyes sunken in, his body had lost nearly all of the muscle and girth he'd possessed before. His eyes had taken on a milky hue and though Asuma could still see, move and speak- He was on his last legs and slipping fast.

Which was why Kakashi had decided that he'd give in and let his friend see his wife one last time before he truely died. But he wasn't going to be stupid about it. He was bringing three other Alphas with him to keep Asuma under control if the worst should happen.

"Everyone remember the plan?"

"Get in. Get out. Don't get shot." Someone said in a smart assed way that had Kakashi slowly turning aorund to glare at the lot of them. Why did he always get stuck with the morons that would inevitably be used for target practice?

"Don't make this sound like a joke or a game, you brat. This is life and death. The literal, your-not-coming-back-kind. Anyone who deviates from the plan will be studied, tortured, and killed slowly." Kakashi hissed in an angry tone. Someone raised their hand to indicate that they had a question and Kakashi reached out and grasped the guy's wrist and snapped it in half.

One could hear a pin drop after that, everyone was so quiet. Kakashi smiled and said in a mock pleasant tone. "Okay kiddies, lets go."