I don't know how long I lay there, crying my heart out, praying to a God that didn't exist. Despite my noisy sobs, I could hear the destruction that was be wrought around me. Outside, a horde of infected people had discovered living, breathing beings; fresh meat. There was a tiny piece of me that longed to join them in their brutality, but I was not like most infected. I had some control over my actions, and I refused to take part in their "sport".

But my control started to wane as those foolish people made their way towards me. I let out a loud sob to draw their attention, to warn them before it became too late; before I was unable to stop myself from ripping them apart.

It worked. The moment I made my cries louder I heard a harsh voice whisper, "Flashlights off!" So they knew enough about my kind to know that light bothered me. In a way it was comforting. Maybe they stood a chance after all.

My hope for them was short lived however. I suppose every group needs their tough guy in order to stay strong, but generally their toughness was no more than gruff stupidity that cost them their lives.

"I think there's enough room for me to slip around behind her and blast her head off," one of them said. As mentioned before, I am not as dumb as the other infected, and I could understand his words. Hearing him so that so casually, no, so gleefully made me steam. Immediately I stood up and growled at them. My bloodlust was coming dangerously close to overtaking me, and this was their last chance to get away from me alive.

All three of them backed off immediately. I growled some more, then sunk to the ground to cry some more. These ones had some smarts; I really hoped they would survive.

Unfortunately, nobody else seemed to share my thoughts. I heard the familiar scream of a Hunter, just before seeing a young man be pinned and slashed open. In a panicked state, Mr. Tough Guy shot at the Hunter. However, he missed, and the bullet grazed my foot.

I went berserk. Letting out a high pitched scream of rage, I stood up and charged. The sensible part of me was replaced by a savage beast who would only be soothed by blood. My claws tore into him, ripping open his chest cavity. The third member of their party was being torn open by the Hunter, who had finished off his first victim already. The saps never stood a chance, the point being driven home by Mr. Tough Guy's innards being displayed all over the room.

I finished with the jerk, but my thirst for blood and gore had yet to be quenched. Though I rarely feasted on my prey, my hunger had been left to fester for too long. Despite the part of me that pleaded for me to run off, I put my lips to the ragged pieces of flesh and started to eat. Consumed by the need to survive I ripped and tore him further with my teeth. Close by I could hear the Hunter doing the same.

It wasn't too long before I had eaten my fill. My stomach hurt from my feeding frenzy, not being used to having food to digest. Then my sane part took over again. I was horrifed by my actions, and I rose to run off.

"You're going to leave that much? My, you're pretty wasteful aren't you?"

I turned and saw the Hunter smirking at me. "What, are you watching your figure or something babe? Because I can tell you right now it's not worth it."

"I'm not a monster," I hissed at him. He was pissing me off, and he was about to find out why that was a bad idea. But something about him bothered me. There was something familiar about him.

"Wake up sunshine. We're all monsters," he said chuckling. I was infuriated, and raised my claws threateningly. "Easy. It's just the truth. But you know what? I don't care. If you don't want the rest, I'll take it. No problem."

"It's disgusting," I muttered. I wasn't sure whether I was talking about him, or about myself.

"Thems the breaks kiddo. It's killed or be killed. Obviously you would rather kill than be killed, otherwise you would have let these morons empty a few rounds into that pretty face of yours."

That was it. Just because what he was saying was true didn't give him the right to rub it in my face. With a screech of fury, I ran towards him. But there's a reason they're called Hunters; they have very keen senses making them very good at what they do. He had anticipated my actions, and used it to his advantage. He dropped to the ground and swung a leg out, knocking me down, before pouncing and pinning me down.

"Bad idea babe," he snarled. But I wasn't paying attention to his words. Though it had been drowned out before by the scent of death and destruction, up close and personal I could pick up his scent. And it was a scent I was very familiar with.

"Jared?" I whispered in amazement.