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"Sppooocckkk. Spock honey wake up. Its time to face the day" A distant sing song voice called to him.

"I do not wish to mother, I speculate in five more minutes I will be fully rested, please come back then to awaken me." Even half asleep, muffled by a thick comforter Spock sounded as Vulcan as ever. But despite his words the voice of this mother persisted.

"Spoccckkkk...Spock...SPOCK!" Three times his name had been repeated, and each time they morphed into something more and more different. No longer was it his mothers sweet sing song voice that once greeted him every morning. Now it was the voice of a teenage boy screaming frantically. His warm bed and comforter had turned into hard, ice cold, putrid smelling ground.

"Spock get up! Come on! Hurry we have to go!" JIM! Of course, We fell asleep...But then why...?

Spock's thoughts were cut off by Jim shaking his shoulder. "Jim? What...?"

"Spock, you have to get, we have to hurry. We. Have. To. Go. NOW." Jim's voice kept breaking. His smooth face was flushed, and he was sweating. Panicked eyes, like a caged animal ready to attack bore holes into Spock's head.

Confused Spock inhaled deeply trying to understand what the human was so frantic about. Icy october air drained into his lungs, and as they filled to there maximum capacity something more seeped into his lungs as well. Not a smell, but an essence, the essence of a million rotting corpses floating in the stench of there own bile, excrement and puss. Worst of all as he had inhaled the smell had had glided across his tongue, impregnating it with the accompanying taste. He felt like he was suffocating. The Vulcan exhaled quickly trying to rid his body of the essence of death itself.

Inhaling again trying to draw in a untainted breath Spock gagged on his own tongue as the smells and tastes reentered his body. Coughing, he finally understood. They were coming. They were comming to peal the flesh from from there still vigilant body's. To feast on Jim and Spock as they screamed in agony at every pair of unnaturally sharp, feral teeth tore junks of muscle and nerves from there bones. They would keep them alive and awake for every torture for two reasons, to keep the meat fresh and, to cure there dehydration with Jim and Spock's Blood as it spewed from thier every vein .

Still gagging Spock rose from the Jim's sleeping bag that he had so kindly lent him only hours before. As he went to quickly pick the bag up in an effort to escape the impending doom his side shot his nerves with an electric shock of pain that seemed to ripple to every part of his body. "Gahh" His voice was dripping with pain as he felt a single stitch slowly pull away from the edge of his wound tearing the skin. His emerald tinted face seemed to bleach itself of all color at the pain. Persperation rose to create a sheen all over his body. He was forced to stop himself from doubling over.

"Shit Spock, Be careful. Don't worry about the bag, ill get it." Jim's voice had a current of a million volts fear running through it. Spock could see Jim physically shaking, even though the human was obvioudly trying to remain calm.

Without a moment of hesitation Jim picked up an old, beat up grey and black hiking backpack that he had been using as a pillow, shoving all the makeshift camps contents into is as fast as he possibly could. When the zip was finally closed Jim looked up at Spock and paled, the deep sticky green was already soaking through Jim's borrowed shirt on top of Spock's gash.

"Spock are you go-" Pressing thee Vulcan fingers to the bleed to apply pressure, Spock's words interrupted Jim's almost hysterical voice.

"I theorize that as long as i keep a steady pressure to the point I will be able to escape."

Jim opened his mouth as if to ask Spock if he was sure, but he never got the chance as trash cans at the opposite end of the ally cashed and the stench got impossibly stronger, Then they saw them, gleaming in the moonlight...

DUN DUN DA DUNNNNNHHH! D:

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