"ROBERTA!" I shouted as loud as I could. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I couldn't explain it, but I was extremely pissed. How could my friend be in a colt, a colt that killed some people and did violent acts? Never mind, I thought quickly to myself.

"Yep, it was all me. Me and my friends," Roberta said.

"What all have you been doing? Why did you decide tot permanently ruin my life?" I felt enraged at her. Not only did she have me in a cage, but she never told me about all this. The least she could have done was ask for my help. How could she not tell me something of this much importance?

"We've been bringing the dead back to life." She responded, trying to sound playful. I hated when she did that, perhaps she neglected to know how serious this was. She killed millions of loved ones, but why?

"Why would you do that?" I asked.

"Because of you," she said. She stopped talking and waited for my question. She liked having the control over me. It was something that she truly enjoyed.

"What do you mean? I don't see what this has to do with me?" I asked. I felt myself calming. I was becoming more curious than angry.

"Do you remember that night at that party? You know the one where you got wasted." I nodded and she continued. "Well I ran into a few people. I was drunk, right along with you. They found me, and I joined their colt. You told me how dull your life was, and we all decided that the end of the world was coming. He told us it was time to move forward."

"Who told you what?" I asked quickly. I needed to know everything.

"Who do you think? I can't believe you're that stupid. I mean you're the horror movie expert. This should be a no brainer." Roberta leaned in closer to me. "Who do you think would people to form a colt?"

"Satan. Damn it! When you talked about that stuff, I didn't think you meant it! How could you keep this a secret from me?" I felt myself getting a little irritated again.

"I knew what you would have done. You would have tried to talk me out of it. Even though your Goth and have an obsession with eyes and blood, you're still religious. You can't fool me. Besides, right now, you have no way out. You can't run from it now. I have chosen you for the next project."

"What is the next project?" I asked her calmly but curiously.

Roberta turned and walked over to a stone bed. I saw Peter lying on top. Jennifer was on the other bed, farthest away from me. Mark was in the middle. Jennifer was having fits or something. A second look, I noticed she was a zombie. Peter and Mark were unconscious. I was beginning to get very worried and scared now. She turned back around to face me.

"You shall become the first ghoul my dear. Part of the dead and the living," she muttered to me. Several of the other members turned to look at me. They walked forward and stopped, so they could stand right beside her.

"What do you mean by a ghoul?" I asked.

"A ghoul is a more advanced version of a zombie. You'll still have a functional brain and body. Only you'll be dead and maybe, you'll have some powers given onto you." Roberta gave me her evil malicious smile. I knew she was serious.

"Will eat people to?" I asked. Roberta found this humorous, for some reason. She threw her head back and laughed. She looked back at me; her smile was begging to fade.

"If you so choose. You will be given an option to eat either the living or the dead. You will be able to walk amongst the dead, as if you were one of them. You can also walk amongst the living, they won't be the wiser. Just be careful what you do with you body. Wouldn't want to damage it and give away the illusion would you."

Roberta turned around and the others did the same. They all walked to where Mark was laying. He blinked his eyes open and looked up at the colt. Mark turned his head to see Peter. Peter awoke and looked over at Peter.

"I love you," Mark said. I could tell that Mark was terrified. I knew Peter was, even though I couldn't see his face. I knew they were romantically involved. If only they didn't have to die. They should be together, running far away from this place. I wish I could have done something. I was trapped, just like they were.

"I love you to Mark."

With those last fatal words, the colt began their ritual. I felt a tear coming from my right eye. I was going to die next. I knew they wouldn't care. They had no emotions; it was taken from them, just like they took my friend. I turned, I couldn't watch this. I closed my eyes as I heard their chanting. I forced my eyes to shut tighter as I heard their screams.

It was too much. I couldn't take it anymore. Who could? I felt enraged at Roberta. I wanted her to pay for what she did. She brought back the dead. She killed several innocent people, her and her colt. They need to pay, and I was going to make sure they did. No matter what the cost was going to be.