Disclaimer: If I actually did own Animorphs, it wouldn't be a 'fanfic'. Duh.

Authors Note: Well, here we are at chapter four! Although the turnout isn't that good as of yet, I figured that I would make due with what i've got. Please note that this chapter is in Rachel's point of view.

Reviews (whoopie!) :

lilmaniac- well, I'm sad to hear that the shitaki story got pulled...oh well. I doubt that you'll stop with the random insanity. I would have made the wall message shorter, but almost every horror fic on the site has 'one down eleven to go' yada yada yada. I wanted to majke it shorter, but I think i'll think about that one later as the deaths become more gruesome and elaborate. Thanks, you rock most definitely!

krazi little aus- I'm glad you've started to review again! I almost thought that you stopped reading altogether! Anyway, the reason why I killed Jake first is because he was the voice that all the animorphs would listen to. By killing him off, I assured that the group would fight amongst themselves and eventually split up, enabling multiple plot twists, whereas if he was still alive they would have stuck together and almost no one would have gotten hurt (much). Where's the fun in that! Thanks for your review!

Now onto a Chapter that suggests some mild (!) corruption in the White House! (not really!) A.K.A. Chapter 4.

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Rachel

The nerve of that idiot. How could they just quit altogether like that! Those yeerks killed Jake, I knew it! Of course, I couldn't prove this, but we were here for that reason, so why not continue for the sake of practicality? Michael said it himself, that it was a war, and people die. Then why not fight back? My mind was focusing too hard on trying to make sense of the situation, which meant that I should just forget about it and carry on.

"Erek," I said, stopping our little brigade, "where are the yeerks?"

"Well, from what I understand, the yeerks built thefacility beneath this house, so I can only assume that they constructed the entrance in the basement." He said. I could tell that he would much rather be with Michael and the others, but at the moment I didn't have time for his roboticly peaceful bull shit.

"Let's do it." I told them in my toughest voice. Out of all of them, only Ax and I really wanted to finish the mission. Tobias was staying because of me, and Erek and Erin were here for our protection. I guess that at this point I couldn't really blame Jake for bringing them, and not just because he was dead. I had already deducted that we, in fact, did need protection.

We made our way down a fairly wide corridor, making a right and going through a swinging door. We were in the kitchen. After a short glance, I abandoned all scepticism about this house being 'bad'. There, on what seemed to be a steel table, layed a whole cow. It had been horribly mutilated and most of it's dead flesh hung limbly on it's bones. Blood layed at a puddle beneath the dead animal. Most of it had dried by now. I could only image what could have done this.

Suddenly, something I knew in my mind was impossible occured. The mutilated cow jerked and rolled off the steel table. Slowly, it stood on what remained of it's four legs and glared at us with placid eyes. It suddenly snarled at us animalisticly and charged full force.

"HOLY SHIT! AX, KILL IT!" I screamed shrilly at him. Without hestitaition, Ax tore through the zombie cow's torsoe, causing in to howl and roar in unfelt pain. Falling to the floor, it gushed blood and finally slumped and fell silent.

"What the fuck was that Erek? How can this be fucking possible!" I asked him, utter terror in my voice.

"I- I don't know. The yeerk never told me what they were doing here, maybe that's an example of what's to come. We can only hope that what we find isn't so horrific." He responded.

We contued through the kitchen, stopping at times to stare at a random discarded body part. What were they doing here? I always knew the Yeerks were a bunch of sickos, but I never could've imagined that thwey would do this. We finally got to the other end of the kitchen and stopped at a blood-stained door. We took our chances and opened the door. After seeing that the coast was clear, the others piled into a small platform that harbored the staircase descending to the basement. Before joining them, however, I grabbed a discarded axe lying on a nearbye kitchen counter. It was stained with blood, but I took it regardless of it's obviously sinister appearance. I wasn't going down there unprotected.

After clambering down the staircase I met up with the others. The basement was spacious, and seemed normal enough, by appearances at least. There was a steel door door at the darkest corner of the basement, and the others gathered around it as Erek and Ax tried to open the thing. When I came over I told them to stand back and I swung at the access panel. The door slid open and a low robotic voice chimed 'Password approved.' We gazed into what seemed to be a pathway with glass windows on both sides.

After walking into the passage, we looked through the windows, which displayed various laboratories and operating rooms. What we saw was unspeakable carnage. The yeerk workers, doctors, and technicians were torn to peices, their inards splattered all over the window and walls. It was something right out of 'Night of the Living Dead.'

"I have a feeling that we aren't alone." I said nervously, gripping my axe tightly. There was a noise behind us and I saw, much to my horror, a hord of undead zombies, the smell of their rotting flesh making me sick. All courage abandoned, I barreled down the passeway, the others close behind me. The undead were not far off. I stopped at another door. It had an access pad next to it. After trying to open it several times with no success, I turned to look behind me. Everyone was there, with the exeption of Ax who was at the frontline trying to do away with the zombies. The short answer was that by the time I turned away, they had managed to rip off his tail blade and had started to disect him, slowly by the looks of it.

Frantic beyond all accounts payable, I turned back to the jammed door and did the only thing I could thing of doing at that point. I raised the axe and began tearing away at the door with all the power I could muster. After what seemed like the umpteenth time, I made a hole big enough to fit through. After practically leaping through the opening I looked back. Tobias had flown in, followed by Erin and soon after, Erek. I took a desk and propped it up against the opening. Those things were not getting in. After gathering up enough depris, we had made a barricade that would hold for at least a considerable amount of time.

Ax was dead. I failed as a leader, and because of my poor leadership and recklessness, Ax was getting torn to pieces by those abominations. I faced facts that we were most likely going to die here. I slid to the ground, tears streeming down my cheek. I hadn't even the maessage written in blood behind me. It read:

3 DOWN, 9 TO GO.

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Okay, that chapter is done. Please, as a common courtesy to me, review. If you don'tI will use my badass author powers to DESTROY YOU!

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