The woman begins backing away from the doorway while still talking.
"I just wanted to ask you a question! We're trying to interrogate this fucker, and he's being a dick!"
The operative replies, "Well, I'm busy now, so..."
The woman looks at the operative and then at the men he's torturing.
"Fuck you," she says, walking away.
The operative shakes his head at her. He looks down at the dogs and decides to tell them to take her instead. He stares at the trio of helpless victims and barks out an order for the dogs.
"Rabid, Delta, take the woman!"
A moment later, the woman is ripped apart by the dogs. Her blood sprays all over the operative and he falls to the ground, desperately trying to avoid it. After a few minutes, her frantic and desperate howling is the last thing he hears.
"Alright, I think we've had enough of this," the operative says, putting his hands on his hips.
The dogs stop and look at him.
"Thanks, boys. Nice job." the operative says.
He steps over the bodies and continues walking down the hall. The operative is followed by the dogs back into the torture room.
"Well, that was an interesting interlude," the other operative says. "What did you say to the lady?"
The operative says, "She is dead. Just like you are about to be!" and takes out a pistol.
The other operative stares at him with a look of shock.
"You didn't!" he says.
The other operative runs out of the room and he hears the deadbolt being unlocked.
The operative fires rounds into him.
The other operative jumps back with a startled look on his face. He's not shot, he's just scared. Good, he thinks.
"What the hell do you think your...!"
The operative empties the clip into the lower-ranking operative.
The other operative falls back as all the bullets hit him. The senior operative pauses, thinking about his next move. The man's face is twisted up in pain, but his eyes are still wide. The senior operative walks over to him and kicks him in the head against the wall. The operative slumps against the wall with a thud. He's only stunned, though.
"No, you're not stopping here. You've got to take that helicopter back to HQ."
"I'm not doing shit. You're all about to die."
The other operative looks at him, nodding slowly.
"You're right. We're about to die," he says. "But the others? We should try to save them. We'll need them."
"You're fucking delirious.", says the senior operative and stomps on his head with as much force as he can. He makes a dent in the wall with his skull, but only for a moment. Soon, he stops fighting and his body goes limp. He puts another bullet in his head. He places the bullet into his brain and his eyes roll into the back of his head. He slumps against the wall, dead.
"Come on. We have work to do."
The senior operative moves the lower operative's body out of the way and flips the light switch. The room dims.
He tells the dogs to eat the body.
"Eat. Fucking. Body." he commands.
The large German Shepherd lumbers forward, sniffing at the body. He pauses, then licks his chops. The man tells the other dog to join in. The other dog moves forward, sniffing. He sits down and stares at the corpse, clearly hesitant to eat it.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't want to eat the man," the dog says.
"You need to eat people to stay alive, boy."
"I don't want to eat the man."
"What is your problem and how the FUCK are you TALKING?"
"I don't want to eat the man," the mastiff says, clearly annoyed.
He stares at the mastiff, trying to understand his unwillingness to eat the flesh of a man. The dog looks at him, clearly worried that he'll flip out and do something terrible if he refuses to eat the man's flesh.
"Eat. The. Body."
The mastiff slowly lowers his head and licks the corpse, then takes a bite out of the man's arm. He chews for a moment, pauses, and swallows. A moment later, the dog stops licking his lips. He looks at the man, confused.
"I don't want to eat the man," he says.
"Why are you saying the same thing over and over?"
"I don't want to eat the man," the mastiff repeats.
The man stares at the dog, trying to sense some meaning in his words. Finally, he gets angry and flip the table in the room over. The mastiff runs from the room, frightened by his outburst. The man chases after the mastiff with the obedient dog. He stands in the doorway, a massive mastiff at his heels. He stares at the huge mastiff, thinking about how for the first time in days, he feels fear. The disobedient mastiff stares at him, clearly wanting to kill him. He considers apologizing, but decides that it would be better to just try to kill the disobedient mastiff.
"Come on, boy. What the fuck happened to you... how did you get so fucking huge?"
"I don't want to eat the man," the mastiff says repeats again.
The man runs forward to try to kick the disobedient mastiff. He stands still as he tries to kick him, but his paw swipes out at him. He misses him, but in his mind he's trying to defend himself. As the man continues to charge forward, he charges at the man, biting and trying to gore him as he hits. They both fall to the ground. The mastiff continues to attack, trying to bite and gore him. The man tries to fight back, but the dog is just so big that it's extremely difficult. He knocks the man's arms away, leaving him completely helpless as he opens his mouth and bites his throat. The human gasps as blood fills his throat and he dies, food for the dogs.
"He's dead."
A surprise is coming up for the next chapter. I won't give any spoilers. Stay tuned!