Alex would be lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy the sheer terror he was invoking from Randal. Out of all the emotions a person can feel, fear was one that could be used the easiest as both a tool and a weapon against your enemies.

And after their last encounter, the host knew that Randal understood perfectly the situation he was in. The smell of ammonia in the air proving that quite well.

"You look nervous, Randy." Venom rumbled, "Don't worry, this little conversation will be brief, and you don't even need to speak for most of it."

The hulking being reached into a 'pocket' and produced a map that he spread out on the floor between them. "You obviously know full well the group here plans to let you go. We know full well that you'll run back to your own and lead them here." white pseudo eyes locked onto the captive's shocked ones, "You honestly think we wouldn't see right through you? After the last time we met?"

Venom grinned widely, his fang-filled maw stretching beyond what could be considered natural, "And we believe you remember quite well what happened last time." Randal whimpered, tears in his eyes as he recalled that day and how the creature before him tore his friends to shreds when they tried to violate those girls.

"So, here's what's going to happen." Venom tapped a clawed finger on the map which showed the surrounding area and towns nearby, "You're going to point out where your group is held up. We may not be able to change the minds of the people here from letting you go...but we are going to be sure nothing happens to this farm from that decision."

Randal's eyes widened, shaking wildly but managing to shake his head 'no'.

Venom tilted his head, "No? You won't betray your friends? That's admirable, even for you. But we both know how this will play out in the end. So, we ask again, point out where your group is." Again, his answer was a headshake, Randal turning to the side only for a clawed hand to grab his head, forcing him to look at Venom's snarling visage.

"Let's put this another way," the beast growled dangerously, "Either you tell us what we want to know, or we will remove pieces from you until you do. And believe us, they will be pieces you. Will. Miss."

Another wave of ammonia filled the shed, Randal looked very close to having a heart attack but remained silent. "Suit yourself." Venom grabbed his free hand in a vice-grip and pulled it up toward his mouth that he opened wide, intending on biting the limb in half-

Randal screamed through the webbing gag, shaking his head frantically while attempting to shout 'I'll tell you!' again and again.

"Good boy." Venom hissed, waving his hand at the map again. The captive reached out and tapped an area close to a small town a decent distance from the farm.

Nodding, the creature grabbed the webbing covering Randal's mouth and absorbed it into his hand, "What's out there?" he questioned.

"...O-Old warehouse...used to store hardware su-supplies." Randal stuttered.

"How many?" Venom questioned again.

"15." a clawed finger pressed under his chin, drawing a line of blood, "30! I meant 30!"

"Weaponry?"

"M-Military grade...we...raided a couple of army camps that had been overrun." Venom nodded, slipping the map back in its original place before the suit receded to show Alex standing in the creature's place.

"Thank you for the cooperation. If we find out you lied to us, we'll be back to finish what we should have." the host turned and headed to the door of the shed. "Oh, and before we forget." he sent a warning look at Randal, "You run your mouth about what happened here tonight..." he held up a black clawed hand in a silent threat before closing and locking the door again.

Leaving a whimpering, piss stained captive in the dark.

X

The interrogation ended up paying off in the end, the warehouse Randal pointed out on the map was exactly where he said it would be.

After taking a few minutes to scope the place out, Alex dropped down from one of the many trees surrounding the building and stayed in the shadows. The place was a quarter-mile outside of a town that was 10 miles from the Greene farm, the warehouse itself was large, two stories surrounded by a chain-link fence with more than enough space to hold the group inside and whatever supplies they had gathered several times over.

From what he could see, there were five men stationed outside. Two within the fenced in area one guarding the loading area for delivery trucks while the other was on the front entrance, and three on the roof with rifles watching at a distance. The rest were more than likely inside sleeping.

They had absolutely no idea what hell was about to be unleashed upon them.

"Time to go to work." he said lowly just as he shifted into Venom then faded from view and disappearing into the shadows.

X

James hated guard duty. The nights were getting colder around here and he had better things to do than stand outside freezing his ass off.

Taking a drag off the cigarette in his hand, he jolted upright, dropping it when he heard the nearby trees outside the fence rustle. Rifle against his shoulder and looking down the scope in the direction he heard the noise, holding his breath and waiting for something to appear.

A few tense seconds passed, but when nothing happened he lowered his weapon and shook his head. "Fuckin' raccoons probably." he muttered while reaching down for his cancer stick. Standing upright and putting it back to his lips to take another drag-

The side of his head exploded, a set of black claws suddenly appearing and shearing through the man's skull. He remained standing for a second before collapsing to the ground with blood spraying from what was left of his head.

Venom appeared out of thin air, hissing at the corpse before firing black webbing at the door and sealing it shut completely.

When he was finished with his task, the creature skulked around the other side of the warehouse, going past another body with the guard's head completely crushed into the concrete. Doing the same to all the other doors to be sure that no one could escape before climbing the wall up to the roof.

One of the men stationed up there was patrolling around while the other two were sitting around a metal barrel with fire coming out of it for warmth. None of them aware of the deaths of their friends.

Making sure the moving guard was far enough away from the others, Venom vaulted over the side of the roof. His feet barely making a whisper as he faded into the air again and crept up behind him, a bladed tendril shooting from his arm and going through the back of his head out his forehead.

Tossing the corpse over the side of the roof, Venom leered at the two men by the fire and grinned before firing two more tendrils that wrapped around their necks and broke them at the same time. Taking the time to hide the bodies, he approached the door that would lead down into the warehouse when his enhanced senses picked up movement on the otherside.

Reacting fast, he jumped up and landed in a crouch ontop of the entrance moments before the door opened and another man came staggering out with a half-empty whiskey bottle in his hand.

"H-Hey! You guy's wanna..." the man slurred before he noticed the others were not there. "Wh-Where the fu-fuck are ya?"

Too drunk to be aware, Venom wasted no time dropping down behind him. When he turned around, he was met with a pair of sharp claws piercing through his eye sockets and into his brain. Dropping him to the ground, the beast turned to the open doorway and skulked inside.

Like a feral cat into a sealed box filled with mice.

X

Back at the Greene farm, Rick laid awake in the bed beside his wife. Within the next 12 hours he and Shane would be taking Randal as far from this place as they could before letting him go. But he just couldn't get any sleep.

Alex's words from earlier that day kept playing over and over in his head. Nagging at him again and again as he started to question whether or not they were making the right choice.

He knew full well how much the world had changed while he was in that coma. Thing's weren't the same. The same sense of moralities had greatly shifted when the dead started walking again and the living started turning on one another.

There was no law left to enforce, but that old part of his life was still strongly with him. The sense of right and wrong and keeping the peace, what he had been before.

Everyone else in the group had had the time to understand and adapt to the way things have become, but Rick felt as through he was still behind trying to catch up. And with how things were becoming as of late he needed to get used to it quickly.

Sighing for the tenth time in the last hour, the former sheriff decided to get up and try and clear his head. Being careful to get out of the bed without waking Lori, wanting her to get as much rest as she could given her condition.

When she got better after her accident, she had told him that she was pregnant. She had also told him about what had happened between her and Shane when she believed he was dead.

It shook him up a bit, especially the prospect of the baby not being his, but in the end he just kissed Lori and told her it wasn't her fault. That he expected her to try and find someone to make her happy and take care of Carl when he was gone.

And, more importantly, he told her that it didn't matter. That the baby was their's regardless. Lori had cried and hugged him, thankful that Rick didn't hate her for what had happened and was happy about the baby.

Pulling on a pair of jeans, Rick left the room and headed downstairs. Smiling when he found Carl asleep on the couch with Sophia, the little blonde's head on his shoulder while they were under a blanket thrown over the both of them.

It made the former sheriff happy to see his son smiling again. The two kids were as thick as thieves, to see them both happy was good moral for everyone. Making them believe that they just might make it in the end.

Stepping out onto the porch, Rick took in a breath of fresh air and let his mind wander again.

Thoughts of bringing Alex officially into their group were still being debated. Shane was still adamant about kicking the younger man off the property, but after the incident with the barn-walkers not a lot of people in the group trusted his judgement as much as they used to.

And even though a couple of people were a bit weary of Alex for one reason or another, almost everyone was onboard with the idea of keeping him with them. He was certainly a good asset to their group, and they could use all the help they could get should the need arise

Rick listened to the crickets chirping for a long while, the sound relaxing as he stared out across the front yard of the house. The chill in the air making him realize that they would need to make other arrangements when winter starts to settle in.

Resting his hands on the porch rail infront of him, the former sheriff remained alone with his thoughts as the next day was fast approaching

X

Screaming and shouting echoed along the walls of the warehouse, along with the sounds of gunfire as the men inside fought for their very survival.

One of the men ran at their attacker wielding a machete only to be taken off his feet and thrown into a wall with such force it warped the dense metal and leaving a bloody smear in his wake.

Two others were doing all in their power to try and wrench one of the doors on the ground floor open with a crowbar, but the entrance wouldn't give an inch.

"Come on man! Open the fucking door!" one of them shouted in hysterics.

"I'm fuckin' trying!" the other exclaimed, his face sleek with sweat as he tried once again to get the door open only for it not to budge. "Maybe we-" he was cut off when his head was crushed against the door, the cause being a large, black tendril that slammed him from behind.

The first man shrieked in terror, trying to run in a different direction before the same tendril came back around and speared him through the back and out the chest. Blood oozing from his torso and mouth before he was thrown aside without care.

Any survivors of the attack got into the large office area of the warehouse. Slamming the door closed and barricading it with what they could find as they tried to reload with shaking hands.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!" one of them shouted, dropping the clip for his AK-47 and hastily picking it back up and jamming it into the weapon.

"I don't know man! It came out of fuckin' nowhere!" another threw in, running a hand over his head repeatedly while trying to make sense of the whole situation. Out of the 30 that had been living in the warehouse...there were only 9 left. All of them currently holed up here and cowering from the thing that had slaughtered their friends.

None of them even wanted to think of what happened to the ones that were sleeping in the rooms upstairs...

"Okay...Okay look, we still got it outnumbered. I say we take it." said one of the men closest to the door, the leader of their group who wore fatigues and a flak vest.

"Are you out of your fuckin' mind Marcus?!" one of his subordinates cried, this one trying to stop another from bleeding out from the mangled stump of where his right arm used to be. "We gotta get the hell outta here!"

"And leave all that shit we got?! No fucking way!" Marcus snapped back.

"EVERYONE'S DEAD!" another shouted, "WE'RE FUCKING NEXT! FUCK THE STUFF!"

The one closest to Marcus and the door, a black man with a shaved head, held up his hand. "Shh! Listen." he said, everyone went quiet, straining their hearing to try and pick up anything on the other side.

But there was nothing. Just complete silence.

"You...You think it left?" one of the men asked quietly.

"No, no way man." another who was sitting in the corner in a fetal position rocking back and forth whimpered, "It-It's probably right outside, lookin' for a way in...we're fucked...we're so fucked."

"Joey! Shut the fuck up!" Marcus hissed, turning his attention back to the door. "That thing's just gonna pick us off, we gotta fight it."

The dark-skinned man beside him nodded, "Marcus' right, and we gotta do something because we're just sitting d-" The wall beside him suddenly burst inward, a black clawed hand grabbing him by the face and yanked him into the opening until he was halfway outside.

"FUCK! GRAB HIM!" Marcus ordered, he and several others grabbing their friend's flailing legs and tried to pull him back in. A series of loud crunches and tears could be heard before they stumbled back...their comrade's lower-half coming with them and showing the upper-half gone with broken bones and torn flesh dangling from it with blood spraying everywhere.

The men immediately opened fire on the opening, bullets going through the wall as they tried to hit what was on the other side. In seconds, their clips ran empty and metallic clicking could be heard instead.

Everything was silent again.

"...Did...did we get it?" one of the men asked, swallowing thickly.

Marcus swept his eyes along the many holes they punched through the walls. "I think we did..." he said almost too hesitantly.

Right was the words left his mouth, the barricaded door exploded. Throwing two of the men back and sending debris flying. When the dust settled, the raiders looked to the door and felt their hearts freeze.

Standing in the door was a massive creature with black skin, long claws with white eyes and a maw filled with razor sharp teeth.

"Hello boys." the creature said with a demonic echo. "Hope you don't mind, but we stopped in for a...BITE." a long tongue slithered out and liked the dagger-like teeth slowly, bits of drool dripping from them.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Marcus roared as he drew a pistol and started shooting. The rounds hitting the creature in it's oily skin but having no affect on it.

Grinning widely, the beast snapped its hand out and a glob of black webbing struck the leader and pinned him to the wall. "You wait your turn."

The others decided to run, but there was nowhere to go Venom wouldn't get them. One of his claws snapped out and caught one of the raiders as he tried to run past him. His pleading fell on deaf ears as he raised the man up and brought him down over his knee hard enough on his back to bend him in half.

Two decided to make a last stand and reloaded their weapons, but before they could fire a shot Venom grabbed them both by the head and slammed them together. The force being enough to shatter their skulls like eggs and sending grey matter splattering the walls.

With their numbers dropping fast, one raider decided to make his cowardice known and threw one of his friends at the monster before running for the exit...only to find the door sealed from the outside.

He froze when he felt hot breath on the back of his neck. Turning his head slowly and looking over his shoulder, his terror froze him in place when he saw the white pseudo eyes and deadly jaws greeting him.

"You want out? Here, let us HELP you."

Grabbing the raider by the neck, Venom threw him with all his strength through the door. Shattering it completely and sending the man skidding across the ground where it shredded his front like a cheese grater.

Swinging his head back around, the beast grinned at the last man standing besides the leader. The whimpering mess of what had once been a man on his knees and begging for his life to be spared.

"Let us ask you; how many innocent people begged for their lives while you laughed." Venom hissed grimly, "How many lives did you destroy for your own greed and sick amusement?"

The man looked up at him, tears and snot running down his face. "...P-Please...M-M-Mercy..." he whimpered feebly.

Venom shook his head, "Sorry, all out of mercy." A slash of his claws removed the raider's head from his shoulders. It was quick, far more than the scum deserved in his opinion, but it was done.

With the others all taken care of, Venom went back to the leader who had since stopped trying to break free from his bound state. A tendril shooting from the creature's hand and pulling Marcus from the wall and bringing him into a clawed grasp.

"Hmm...Eyes, lungs, pancreas, so many snacks, so little time."

"Wh-What the fuck do you want, man?!" Marcus shouted.

Venom snarled, "What we want is pathetic scum like you, those who prey on the weak, to no longer exist." his long tongue coming out and slithering up and over the man's face, "But for now. You will serve another purpose."

Marcus could only look on in utter terror as the beast's mouth opened impossibly wide, all its teeth showing while he was pulled toward it;

"NO! NO NO NO NO NO-GAHHHHHH!"

CRUNCH!

X

In the now completely silent warehouse, Alex stepped out of the ruined office.

"Christ...that shit never gets easier." he said outloud while stepping over bodies and debris scattered all over the place.

"Sorry."his other said genuinely, "But we need our sustenance as well since we haven't found our usual alternatives in a while."

"No, we get it. Though we don't regret giving the last of our chocolate to Carl and Sophia." the host replied back.

One of the things Alex quickly learned about his tenant was that, like most sentient beings, it needed its own food source to stay strong. As it turned out, the type of nourishment the symbiote needed could be found in multiple sources on Earth. But only three of them really give it the amount it needs.

Chocolate, a unique kind of fungus...and human brain tissue.

Even though the host did his best to avoid the last one, with lack of the previous two he had no other alternatives. And sadly, the brains of the undead didn't sit well with the symbiote for obvious reasons. Thankfully, his other only needed to feed once in a while.

Though...that didn't alleviate the memory of having to EAT another person, even if they were a scumbag.

Shaking off the recent meal, Alex started going through the warehouse and found a literal gold mine of supplies stashed in crates, boxes and bags scattered throughout the building. Food, medicine, weapons and ammo, enough to have kept the group here going for a couple of months.

The host couldn't help but wonder how many groups these assholes had robbed from to get this much and was glad for the justice he had dished out.

"This will be one hell of a gift for the folks back on the farm." Alex said as he took out an almost new AR-15 rifle and checked it over.

"An impressive haul. It was certainly more than worth coming out all this way." replied his other. "But how will we get all of this back?"

Before Alex could say anything, a soft bang was heard on the otherside of the warehouse. Back on high alert, the host headed in the direction of the noise, finding another door set in the back corner of the main floor.

It wasn't an exit, that much he knew for certain, but he had overlooked it while he was tearing through all the raiders.

Checking the handle he found it locked. Both of Alex's arms covered in black with his claws appearing that sank into the door and ripped if from the wall, the light casting down upon a metal staircase that led into a basement.

Taking the steps down, Alex took note of the very little light provided but was still able to see where he was going. When he reached the bottom, soft crying and whimpering greeted his ears. The sight before him filling him with horror, disgust and rage.

Chained to the walls of the small basement were a dozen women, all of them of various ages with their clothes either badly torn or completely naked covered in bruises and cuts where their skin was exposed.

Some of the older women were huddled around younger girls who looked to be in their early teens, trying to protect them from the sick games the bastards upstairs had been doing to them for god only knew how long.

When they saw Alex they shuffled as far from him as possible, the host raised his hands before speaking calmly and gently. "It's okay. We're not with the assholes upstairs...we're here to help."

"You're not with the men upstairs?" asked one of the older woman, one with red hair and looked to be in her early thirties.

"No, ma'am. We dealt with them with extreme prejudice, you're all free the moment we get you all out of those chains." replied the host.

"H-How?" asked another woman, a brunette who had to be around his own age while she pulled on the shackles over her hands.

Alex approached the woman, doing so calmly given the ordeal they had all endured, and grabbed the chain. To the shock of all the females in the basement, he shattered the metal links as though they were cheap plastic before breaking the shackles from the young woman's wrists.

"We eat our vegetables." Alex quipped before doing the same for everyone bound to the walls. Once they were all free, he jogged back upstairs and collected clothes for all of them and brought it back down so that they could get properly dressed.

Giving the captives their privacy, the host went back to the main floor and began going through the supplies of food and medical supplies the raiders had. When the women joined him they were a bit hesitant when they saw the dead bodies of their tormentors all over the place while their savior went about his task without care.

"These assholes had a lot of food and medicine stockpiled, by rights all this should go to you for what they did to you." Alex said to the group while showing them what was available.

"Is there a catch?" one of the women asked a little heatedly, the host couldn't blame her.

"No, ma'am." the host said honestly, "All we ask is that we take some odds and ends back to our own group who is in need. If that is alright?"

The first woman he spoke with nodded, "Yes...Yes that's more than okay. We can't thank you enough."

Alex waved her off, "You don't ever have to thank us. This world is dangerous enough without fuckers like them running around." he said pointing to a nearby corpse.

One of the younger girls approached him, but still keeping her distance. "A-Are you a super hero?"

The host smiled and knelt down to her level, "Sorry, sweetheart. But no, we're not a super hero...we're just a guy who kills monsters. Human or otherwise."

X

A/N: A bit of a short chapter, but I figured everyone deserved a little good old fashioned Venom slaughter. Also, has anyone seen the new trailer for the movie? The hype has gone up WAY past 10 on this one. Needless to say, I'll be in line for a ticket or two on opening day.

For those that have already seen it, I made a 'Deleted Scene' I believe everyone will enjoy.

X Omake Scene X

Randal was a shaking mess, having just witnessed his friends killed right before his eyes by the monstrous creature that had appeared out of nowhere.

None of them stood a chance as it ripped them limb from limb. Now it was looming over him, a clawed hand gripping his shoulder.

"Remember this moment, Randy." Venom hissed, "If we EVER see you again, we will eat both your arms, and then both your legs, and then we will eat your face right off your head. You will become this armless, legless, faceless thing. Rolling down the street...like a turd, in the wind."

Each word was spoken with grim seriousness while his fangs dripped ominously.

"W-W-What the hell are you?" Randal whimpered in fear.

Half of Venom's face peeled away to reveal half of Alex's, "We, are VENOM!" they spoke at the same time as Venom's face reformed again. "Remember the name."

A/N: Read, review and kickass folks! Update is already in the works.