Praying
He opens his eyes to the blaring sun; Jack Wilkes got up with a stiff groan. His gunshot wounds had took a toll on his body. He could feel the primal urge to attack, but relaxed as he felt Phoebe on his side. Apparently she looked more older then Jack and he then wondered how long its been. The clock read 4:40 p.m. He looked down and noticed that he was in a room. The window pane facing him as he got off the bed. Some freakish simulation or a relaxing paradise? Jack didn't know which to believe. He touched the cool glass and noticed one flawed detail. Wilkes's sense of touch was gone.
Jack glanced back at the clock and it read 4:40 p.m. again. Suddenly he heard an echo in his head. Some throbbing pain caused Jack to clench his head in pain. Someone was probing his mind. The very privacy most people want Jack didn't have anymore. All Jack could think of was pain. Yes, pain Jack thought, it has to work. Jack approached the window and clenched his fist. He piston it back and shot straight through the hard tempered glass. He could hear the breaking of bones and a faint crack. His eyes looked at the window and noticed a huge blood spot over some cracked glass. Jack then repeated the action over and over again till his right hand became a bloody pulp. The glass remained crack but still didn't break. As the adrenaline consumed Jack he saw four people over him. All wearing B.S.A.A. white scientist uniforms.
Finally Jack was able to break his medicated-induced coma and snatched one of the scientist. It was a blonde hair girl with large amounts of makeup on. All Jack could do was look at her. Her eyes started to form tears as she felt the pressure of his grip close more. Jack then, with all his strength, threw her out of his way and exited the test facility. All he felt was the hot blaring sun and Jack fell to his knees as the desert opens up to him.
He started his walk at a steady pace soon becoming fatigued. Jack stopped at some dune and rested before the hot sun. His eyes started dropping and soon heard motorcycles' engines. Then the derelict language of an unknown tribe. Jack got up slowly and saw three unarmed bikers clenching ropes and duct tape. Soon he noticed the same red eyes. Subconsciously he put his hand to his thigh, but alas no weapon of any kind. The bikers then converged on him at a quick pace, at inhuman speed. Jack dodged a knife slice to his throat and felt a pressure on his stomach. He fell back two feet from where he was standing at. Blood formed as he fell back to the ground. Blackness enveloped as he saw one of the bikers tie him down and attached the rope.
Rick opened his coat pocket in the hot sun. Soon every villager set their gaze upon him. He then, hastily moved to his rendezvous point. He was to supply an ally with a standard armament for two B.S.A.A. agents. One of them was the "Original Seven". 'For all I care' Rick thought. All he wanted to do was go back and find his partners. Apparently they were all gunned down one of those "Things". He cleared his head and delivered the weapons to a robed guy. After that things became shady. He felt a sharp stab in the neck as he dropped to the ground with a huge crack. All he could see before the darkness enveloped him was two black heeled boots and red eyes piercing under the hooded figure.
Jack woke up and noticed that he was in some fortification. The walls were bricked and had the classic cliché fashion of skeletons laying around. He then noticed a girl over in the corner huddled together. She appeared to cry in an unusual fashion. It seemed as Jack closed in she would giggle and cry at the same time. Jack's hand outreached to her and he pulled her face to him. His eyes' bulged and tears formed; the face, now undistinguishable, was carved to the point where the teeth were the only known part. It lunged on Jack as it tried to bite his whole face off.
The bewildered mind of Jack was no more as he slowed down. In this state of adrenaline he saw images of Phoebe, the survivors, and Rick. All of them could have been killed off by these exact creatures. He finally started to give up. Jack closed his eyes and let go of his devourer. He could feel the teeth shredding his clothing, but then he blacked out.
Jack woke up and noticed his entire body was covered in blood. It congealed as he tried to scrape off all the gore. He then finally recognized the mutilated body of the Devourer. Its teeth were agape and torn from its ligaments. Its body was torn piece by piece in a gruesome display. He could feel the flesh of his enemy underneath his fingernails. As Jack horrifyingly looks at his act and tries to figure out how to get out of his self imprisonment. He then heard a wall open up as he recognized one figure from his past, Phoebe.
Rick laid there in pain as his captor circled him. He felt something in him as his head felt like screaming echoes in his mind. His limbs started to decay and pain consumed his eyes and mouth. Soon it progressed to his chest as he felt his heart stop. At this point he was suppose to be dead but for some unknown reason these was a new virus then from Leland. It keep him alive as he felt every fiber of his human side burn away. He then felt the leather ropey form come out him everywhere. It enveloped him and crushed all that was still human. Rick officially died that day but before he died he saw his lady captor walk away and knew that what this was it cannot be stop. He final thoughts were of pain but also remembering those of his partners and that he won't be seeing them anymore. The figure that was once Rick formed a large mass of bio-organic material. It was officially a new BOW.