Author's Notes: Just a little warning, things between Moran and his pet are going to get a little graphic, so if you can't handle that don't read it. It is just that simple. Please read it if you can because this is where it gets really, really good.

Chapter 8

The four survivors of the Crossroads Mall didn't sleep at all that night. To Kenneth's surprise, Wilkers never came in to check up on the camera and bugs. He figured that it was probably because there were so many hidden devices thought out the silo that he couldn't possibly get around to checking all of them.

They went over the plan over and over, and went over all possible problems that they could run into. Having been trained by the Army to cover all possibilities, Kenneth wasn't willing to let one mistake in their complex plan mess things up.

Eight o'clock rolled around and it was time for the day to start. None of them were tired due to the adrenaline that they were all feeling. It was the same feeling that Kenneth had felt countless times before; every time that he left for a mission in the military and every day that he left for work as a police officer he felt that adrenaline. Knowing that just one mistake could mean life or death will make a person really think about what they are doing.

"You ready kid?" Kenneth said to Terry. Terry gave a little nod, and looked over to Nicole, who had not said a single word since she had gotten back to the barracks. Her eyes were focused on the ground and it was more than obvious that she was avoiding Terry. "Go get 'em."

Terry walked the few steps to the metal door and it reminded him of the trip to the buses at Crossroads. Putting all of your eggs in one basket always made him nervous, and this time the eggs were their lives.

As he walked he played Kenneth's words in his head over and over again. Not only was it a good way to try and memorize the plan, it was one way of putting Nicole in the back of his head for the next few hours. Go to Sgt. Wilkers' control room and make him think that I traded sides. Distract him while Kenneth and the rest do their part of the plan. Go to Sgt. Wilkers'...

Before he knew it he was half way down the long corridor, headed in the direction of Wilkers' room. Realizing that the words were actually helping, Terry continued to repeat them.
Dr. Moran had always enjoyed the company of Christina. He looked down into her gray, glazed over eyes and a twisted smile formed on his lips, followed by a laugh that could freeze blood. His arms were getting tired from trying to keep his body held up in a push-up position, Christina under him.

Her naked skin felt more like petrified wood than flesh, but that didn't stop him. Her color was an almost unnatural blue, white, and red with very few pink tones scattered though out. The dried blood that had built up in her hair had begun to break up and fall out. Flakes of it clung to his hand as he grabbed a hand full of her roots.

When he had first started his little "love affair" with her, the temperature of her skin had bothered him, but he was over that now. All that mattered was that she would hold still long enough for him to finish. But there were times when he wished that she would do other things. He constantly thought about different commands that he could give that would make her seem a little bit more alive, but none of them worked.

"Damn it, do something Christina!" Her eyes flickered a little bit, but nothing much. Her eyes became a more directed to him, as if she was just realizing that he was there. The command meant nothing to her, but he wasn't going to give up.

"Quickly Christina, just do what feels right!" Once again she didn't do anything. He could feel his climax coming, so he had to hurry. He grabbed another handful of her hair, jerking her head back in hopes that it would trigger something buried inside of her. Maybe he could unlock some hidden sexual tendency that she had when she was alive. "Be natural!" He shouted. A smile formed on his lips when her head twitched a little bit.

The combination of pulling her hair and shouting his command had finally forced a response. She blinked at his a few times, as if waking up from a deep sleep, and then a horrible hiss escaped her mouth. She pulled against his hold on her hair and reached her mouth towards his neck. The thought finally hit him of what he had done. With just one command, he took away the weeks of training and replaced it with her undying need to eat.

He came into her just as he teeth penetrated the skin just below his ear. Blood spurted from his face onto hers and he let out a shriek that he didn't recognize. He pushed himself out of her, off of the bed, and out of her grasp at the same time. He fell to the floor with a painful thud, and then he quickly rolled over to his stomach, trying to crawl to his feet.

Things felt too unreal, like a dream, as he felt an added weight on his back. The extreme loss of blood had already started to play with his mind; it took him a few seconds to realize that it was Christina on his back. Her teeth were digging into the back of his skull, bringing more pain to his body.

His arms collapsed under him as he gave up and Christina continued to feed on his naked, old body.
Wilkers had fallen asleep in his chair, watching the screens. He had been up all night searching for Dr. Jones, who was A.W.O.L. A knocking at his door brought him from a dream that he had been having about being God.

His face turned bitter quickly, he didn't like being forced from a good dream. He pulled his tired body from his chair and headed to the door. He pulled it open to find Terry with a smile standing in the doorway.

"What do you want?" He didn't like the newcomers from day one, not even Terry.

"We need to talk, I think you'll like what you hear." It was a struggle to keep his voice from cracking. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, so he kept them in tight fist behind his back.

Wilkers' eyes stayed on Terry's, looking for faults, but he saw nothing. He took a step back and motioned for him to enter.

Terry walked in with a touch of hesitation, but he tried to force his fear down for long enough to get this over with. Wilkers shut the door behind him and then turned to listen to what he had to say.

"Okay--" Terry was cut off by Wilkers' held up hand.

"Before you start, I want to show you something that I taped on my security camera last night." Wilkers said with a smile on his face. "You and Nicole are together, right?"
Kenneth, Ana, and Nicole sat in their barracks, waiting in silence. Kenneth looked down at his watch, counting down the minutes. A knocking on their door made Kenneth worry that Terry had chickened out or that Wilkers had caught him in the act.

Scott walked though the door without being let in. "I came to see Nicole."

All eyes turned to Nicole, a sad little red head that sat in the corner of the room. Scott closed the door behind him and then he looked around to see the mess in the floor. He dismissed it because Nicole was the only thing on his mind.

Another sound from the hall interrupted the group. The sound of Dr. Moran's door opening from the other side of the hall followed by the sound of three different sets of footsteps made Kenneth think about how many people were allowed in and out of Moran's room. As far as he knew, the good doctor was the only one, so who else just came out?

Ending Notes: Hahaha! Twisted huh? Is it getting good yet?