Their Jeep rumbled along down the road, dust kicking up as they laughed and sang to the radio. A second Jeep came out of a cloud of dust and crashed into them head on. Rose was tossed from the car, screaming loudly as she was flung off into the road. Her head bashed against the asphalt. She stared up at the sky, panting. Her arm was broken she could feel it, and she knew there was a hunk of metal in her side. Rose heard a motorcycle pull up beside her, but the woman wasn't interested in her. There were other, conscious people for her to terrorize. When Rose watched her walk off she crawled forward, trying to get to her brothers that were upside down, unconscious."S-Sam…" She cried, reaching with her good arm, "Sam… wake up… Please?" She saw stars in front of her eyes, her head pounding.
She put her head down on the pavement, closing her eyes as she tried to rest. Someone would find them, wouldn't they? The smell of the wreck faded as she drifted away under the tidal wave of black. The woman stopped being able to feel her limbs as she sank down further. She could faintly hear someone telling her to sleep but the voice was indistinct and distant. As she slept, she dreamt.
She raced to the tall, dark haired man, her feet pounding against an endless road. No matter how fast or hard she ran she couldn't reach him. She had to reach him though, she needed to see that man. Her heart ached to have him near her. As she ran her breathing became rough and labored, just before she could reach him he turned and walked away, heading down a corridor and vanishing from sight. She chased after him, following him through a broken maze of rooms and hallways. It was then that she realized there was a creature chasing her with sharp fangs that wanted to skin into her and tear her apart. She screamed, covering her eyes as it was right on top of her.
Rose woke with a start, still on the ground, her body in an aching heap. What woke her up? The sharp crack of a gunshot rang through the air followed by screams. What was going on? She was too low to the ground to see past the upturned Jeep, and it was hard to hear what was bing said back and forth, but it sound like two or three men and a woman arguing and screaming.
It was hard to stay awake, even with the adrenaline pumping through her body her eyes closed again. She didn't dream this time, but she didn't feel herself getting picked up and put into a car to be carried away from the crash. The next time her eyes opened she was in a wet place. It was cold and dark, the little lighting that was there didn't do much but give a vague outline of objects. Her body ached even more from the lack of circulation to her limbs, her broken arm completely numb from where it was submerged into the water. This must have been a basement of some sort. She blinked hard, glancing around the room before they shut again. Jars of body parts and other things she couldn't make out lined a shelf near her. There was a workbench with a sewing machine on it and a small cot. Meathooks and chains hung from the rafters above, light dimly filtered through the boards of the floor above. Dust hung heavy in the stagnant air. Footsteps knocked more dust loose as the heavy set person clomped around. They faded then returned, heading to a heavy metal door that slid open with an ungodly noise before those same shoes clambered down the stairs and sloshed through the ankle deep water.
As he came closer she got a good look a him for the first time. His face interested her the most, his dark hair and brows hid even darker eyes, but half of it was covered with a mask that appeared to be made from some kind of muzzle. She stared at him and he stared right back. She didn't move a muscle as he suddenly leaned down and reached out to touch her hair softly. Rose tried to move but gave a cry of pain when she jerked her right arm too fast. The broken bones inside of it ground against each other with a horrible noise that made her gag. "Oh God… please…" She whimpered, putting it back into the water. At least it was keeping down the swelling.
He looked at her curiously, head tilting this way and that like a dog hearing a new sound and trying to figure it out. He watched as she put her head back down and drifted back off to sleep.
The next time she woke up there was the sound of a chainsaw clattering through her bones, jarring her out of her dreams. It was only on for a few minutes. She could hear the sound of something like meat being sliced through, cartilage being scraped and finally something being peeled off. Like a wet fabric of sorts. Rose watched, horror and dread filling her face as she saw him come past her with a face in his hands. She was too afraid to even move, her whole body trembling more from fear than cold at this point. Was he going to take her face too? Once he was seated at his table she tried to sit up and find a way out. With one arm broken and metal still stabbed through her abdomen there was no way she would make it far enough away. She didn't even know where she was.
Rose pulled at the chain around her ankle but it was no use, she'd need both hands to get out of it. She shrank back as he stood again, removing his muzzle mask to reveal his face. It looked deformed and ugly around his mouth, eaten up by disease and self mutilation. Thick, black-brown hair in oily strands fell into his eyes as he glanced at her and then away again leaving her to look a the back of his head and the way his shirt strained over the muscles of his broad shoulders and back. He slowly put on his creation, tying the laces of twine in the back to put on his new face.
Rose's heart almost stopped seeing him wearing that face, her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out once more.