I was crying hysterically as Gas Mask continues to fillet skin from Chris' thighs and arms. After cleaning one limb, he'd take the cleaver and chop it off, I don't know if Chris is still alive. But I hope he'd dead. I don't want him to go through this kind of torture. No one deserves to. Even this bastard. The moment I get loose, I'm going to grab that cleaver and hack his head off of his neck. I'll make him suffer in pain for what he's doing to Chris. I swear on my life.

I don't know how many hours had passed since I saw Gas Mask. He had killed Chris in front of me. The sight of blood gurgling from his mouth as he started to carve into his chest was enough to make me gag and pass out. The next thing I knew I was alone in the room. The metal table where he was laid and butchered; clean and smelled of bleach. Through the metal door I could hear a few shouting, muffled by the closed door, but enough that I knew I was in the center of cannibal city… or cannibal prison, since they had made nest at a nearby state penitentiary prison. I tried the chains again, the metal digging further into my already-bleeding wrists. I stopped fighting and trashing about when I heard voices through the door getting louder. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep would be the best thing right now. I hear the door slid open and then there were a few scuffling. I try to peak but before I could open my eyes I heard a woman's voice. "Is she still out cold?"

Another voice. A male's, answered "Yup. Griever did a toll on her psyche, said he made her watch him cut open a man"

"Oh, that guy was delicious. I enjoyed his you-know-what the best—

"Ugh, you're so disgusting Debbie, please don't tell me about your dinner last night"

Last night. So I had passed out until the next day. And they had already eaten Chris. Oh god. What did I get myself into this time? I wished Hunt would just come and rescue me… along with whoever followed me into the deathtrap strip mall.

"So, any news about that group of survivors?"

"Nah, said the got away" the man's voice was filled with disappointment. I wanted to just break free there and then to go up to them and shot their brains out. I was seething with anger by now that it was getting harder for me to keep my eyes closed. "But we got a couple of young guys, a black one and a white one"

"Any bet they were fucking each other?"

"Debbie, you disgust me. It's a wonder we're still banging each other" said the man. I nearly puked again. Those were information I didn't want to hear about. "But seriously, those two were packing muscle, they're probably scouts, like the rest were caught earlier"

"I got dibs on the white one" said Debbie before giggling.

I had to risk it. I knew they were talking about Cal and Nash. I opened my eyes just a little to see who I was going to be murdering in the next few seconds… if my hands were tied up. I almost gagged again when I saw them. The girl, Debbie, was obese, she was huge, flabs of her flesh were jutting out and falling over her stretched jeans. Her hair were in tangles, I immediately knew she didn't take showers. The man was the opposite of the woman. He was sickly thin, his skin on his chest showed his ribs, he had a goatee that would scream pedophile in the normal world. He was balding, and just plain… ugly. The both of them were.

"I'll toy with white boy, first before I give him to Griever"

Griever. I guess that's Gas Mask's name. I closed my eyes again.

"So, are we gonna do this or are you just going to tell me your plans on fucking the whitie?"

"Oh baby, I would want to do you know, but she's here" Debbie said. I assume she's pointing at me. I didn't risk opening my eyes to prove I was right.

"The pool then?"

"The pool"

An hour later I tried my chances on the chains again. I pulled down on the chains. This time, I was planning on breaking the pipe I was hoisted up to. If it gave—

The pipe did and I came crashing down on the hard tiled floor. A curse escaped me as I tried to stand up. My hips hurt, no wondering if I had fractured something there. I skimped towards the metal table, an image of Chris gurgling blood made me jump back, my hands automatically shifting and resting on the wooden table where Griever had placed his utensils. For a cannibal with a sadistic nature, he sure cleans his things very thoroughly— I slapped myself for complimenting a cannibal.

I grabbed the nearest thing I could use as a weapon. There were a lot. I fancied the pair of sickles hanging on the wall in front of me and a few sets of knives. I couldn't throw them and get a good kill, but it would be better armed than not. Still, it would be useless if I can't open the steel door trapping me inside. I heard another set of footsteps and I ran back to where I was chained up. I threw the chain over the next length of pipe and pretended still tied up. This time, with weapons hidden under my clothes, I opened my eyes. The man came back, this time, he was alone.

"Good" he said looking at me. "You're up"

"Who are you?" I asked. Fear gone from my voice. I was set in killing them all, but I also needed to find where Cal and Nash and whoever they had taken captive as well. It was me against an entire prison of cannibals.

"Name's Kyle" he said with a sneer. "And I'm hear to tell you about your friends"

"What makes you sure they're my friends?"

"I saw you flinch earlier when I said about the two guys we captured" he chuckled. "I also knew you weren't sleeping, girl"

"I'll kill every single one of you if you hurt—

"Hurt? Nah, girl, Debbie's making sure white boy's having the time of his life in her quarters. Black boy on the other hand, I don't know. Taylor took him earlier, haven't heard about him since then"

Anger surged inside me, in the blink of an eye I was across the room and the blade of the sickle slicing through his neck. He was wide eyed and slumped down onto the floor, dead. I was taken aback by what had just happened. How did I move so fast? It was like I jumped up and the next thing I knew I was in front of him, I didn't even registered how my arm moved and grabbed the sickle strapped on the back of my pants. Something inside me feel revolted at looking at Kyle's body. It was a good thing he didn't close the door behind him. I easily slipped out and found myself in a small cafeteria with a few cannibals inside.

Something surged inside me again. I should have been afraid when they looked over my direction and started running with clawed hands and frenzied faces, but something else covered my fear, it was like I was coated in something soothing. Before I noticed what happened, I gracefully swept down evading some of the first hands, I raised the sickle cutting arms in the process. A few screams of agony and I blacked out…

The next thing I knew was I was standing alone in the cafeteria. Bodies littered around me. Looking down, there was no Debbie in the mix. Fuck. I had to find Cal and Nash before I make another move. I've got to make sure they were okay. I threw open the double doors of the cafeteria and my body instantly moved when I saw one cannibal. She looked as young as I was. Fear registered in her eyes and she started to run, but I moved—somehow, gain—faster than her and gripped her by the neck. "Debbie's quarters. Where is it?" I asked her, my voice felt foreign and strange, like it didn't come from me.

The girl didn't answer. I tightened the hold I had on her. Her fingers dug into my forearms but the pain didn't deter me. Again I asked. "Where is it?"

She opened her mouth. Her voice coming out hoarse. "Third floor, Block A"

"How do I get there?"

"Go straight from here" she starts. "take a left and then a right, there's a staircase there, just climb up to the third floor and you'll see a metal door painted pink. That's Debbie's room"

"Thank you" I said before letting her go.

Before she could do anything, my body moved and the sickle cut through her chest, blood poured as she fell down on the ground. Still twitching, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with terror. I did not feel any form of guilt, I turned from her and started running.

The stairs didn't prove to be an obstacle. I was still confused what was happening in my body, but I was grateful that it was happening now, I could have never taken out all those cannibals in the cafeteria by myself. It was like I had become like Hunt, he was strong to an extent, agile, and never seemed to lose breath… then again, he was already dead. The pink door was in front of me. I could hear moaning and muffled screams from the other side. Was I really ready to see whatever it was behind it? Debbie, ugly and obese, in her birthday suit? I've learned about sex in reading all those books in the days I was alone and wanted to pass time. In fact, I had read a lot, learned a lot, and now all those knowledge didn't seem important, I just knew I was going to kill this bitch. I slammed my left shoulder against the door. Surprisingly, the metal wasn't as thick as the one in the cafeteria. It gave way easily.

I stared. I didn't know what to expect. I was just stunned. Debbie's back was to me. She was lost to her doing of going up and down on… Cal. My heart sank. It was suddenly flared up with anger and before she could notice I was behind her I slid the edge of a knife over her neck. Blood started pouring. I was glad Cal was blindfolded and gagged. Looking down, he couldn't even move himself, his arms and legs were tied to the four posts of the bed. I rolled Debbie's dead—and fuckin' heavy—off of Cal. I took of the blindfold and the ball gag. He looked up to me, his eyes watery, almost about to cry. He blinked a few times and he was composed again. "Can't say I didn't enjoy it… but I really didn't"

He was back. Even in the face of cannibal rape, Cal was still his humorous self. Which was good.

"At least she had the sane idea of using a condo— I probably shouldn't be talking about things like that around you"

I shrugged. I cut off the ropes. I made a quick glace over his entire body, covered in blood. Cal had let his body hair grow. I felt my chest tighten a bit. I turned away. "I learned about sex when I was a city over from here"

"Yet you look away from looking at me naked"

"You're covered in a dead obese woman's blood. Can't say I find that enticing" I said. I peered out into the hallway of the third floor. No one was around. I turned and I bowed my head when I saw him still naked and wiping the blood off of him. "Get dressed" I said.

"Help me find clothes then" he said. I peered around the room. Nothing he could use as clothes though.