"It's fainter here, but let me see if I can follow it any further." I lower my nose towards the ground to try and find Kyle's man perfume again. It's hard to smell it out over the blood and bodies of the F.E.A.R. guys, but I think I can just— ah, there it is. Actually, it's getting really strong.

"Kyle?" I call down the hall. Something doesn't feel right. "Hey guys–"

I turn around, but there's no one there. Kaishi and Dante were literally just behind me a few seconds ago. I turn back around, and get the biggest shock of my life.

"What the hell?" I exclaim. I was literally just standing in a hallway; now I'm in the middle of the forest! I'm surrounded by dead trees lit only by the light of the full moon.

"What's going on here?" I demand to no one in particular.

I turn in a circle, taking in my surroundings. This isn't any woods I recognize. The trees are too dead, nothing more than giant withered trunks with claw branches. Dead leave litter the ground, blanketing the forest floor.

I hear twigs snap somewhere behind me.

"Hey!" I call. "Who's there?"

I can just make out a figure sitting in the brush up ahead. The moonlight washes over the person as I approach. It's Emma.

"Hey, Emma! Thank God I found you. What the– ugh," I clutch my abdomen as I feel a sharp pain in the pit of my stomach. It intensifies, the pain clawing at my belly like knives.

"Shi—oof," I groan, dropping to my knees. It almost feels like I'm shifting, only ten times more agonizing. Pain flashes behind my eyes like a gunshot. The knives in my belly start tearing at my throat, forcing my to scream, to howl. My arms crack and spasm, breaking the joints and re-growing. The skin stretches painfully tight across them, making tears well up in my eyes.

My back arches on its own accord, and my ribcage explodes with such a force that the air is pressed from my lungs. I know my bones are going to shred my skin apart if it doesn't start growing too, but I'm helplessly trapped in my own self-destructive body. Claws tear out of my fingertips as the bones themselves fan out and grow. My legs twist and shiver as my feet shred my shoes, growing into hind paws.

Next my muscles burn, slithering under my skin. They ballon out and destroy my jacket, my pants, all of my clothing. I can't even scream anymore; the pain is too blinding.

Finally, I lose all of my senses as my nose and jaw pull out into a canine muzzle. I think I am going to suffocate, and I almost wish I would, but my nose reforms and I can breathe again. I think the changes are slowing down when I feel pins and needles all over my body. Fine bristles sprout from my taught, sore flesh until I'm covered in a fine layer of silvery fur.

I sit, shivering like some kind of chihuahua, unable to move for the absolute exhaust I feel. I try to stand up, to move, but I can't control my body.

Hey, moron, I shout at my body. Move!

And I do move. But I'm not in control. It's like I'm a passenger in a car. I can see everything happening but I'm not the driver. I can't control where I'm going. My new body is running purely on instinct.

I remember Emma.

She's standing in front of me now, looking up at my face in horror. I'm so much bigger than her in this form. She looks so frail. Wolf-me snarls at her, gets down on all fours.

Stop! Not her! I scream. Wolf-me doesn't seem to hear

I'm completely helpless against myself as I slowly circle what I know wolf-me thinks will be his prey. I frantically try to move my arms and legs, screaming at myself to stop, screaming at Emma to run away, run as fast as possible like I know she can. She just stands there in horror.

Wolf-me pounces.

"Stop!" I scream, this time out loud. "Stop."

Someone laughs at me, a creepy little giggle from somewhere in the trees...

And I'm human again. I grab fistfuls of grass with human hands, I hug my human arms to my human body, I cry human tears. I haven't cried since I was a little kid, since before the operations that made me what I am. Before I became a freak.

But I'm crying now. I bring my hands up to my face to wipe the tears, but when I catch sight of them..

Blood is caked under my nails, staining my palms, the hairs on the back of my arms. The wet red fluids drip all the way down to my elbows, stain my naked chest, my face, my neck and mouth. I try to wipe it off in the grass, frantically rubbing at my skin to take it away. The tears come faster now, tears of regret, of panic, but I don't even care. The damn blood is everywhere!

Someone laughs at me from the forest. It starts out as a boy's laugh, high and joyful, a rich tenor. Then it stops, but when it starts again, it's a young woman's insane giggling.

"Come out and laugh in my face, you coward!" I challenge through the tears, but my voice breaks in my absolute terror. As the laughter gets louder, I slump back on my knees in utter defeat.

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The next part of our OC POVs is over! What do you guys think of Liam? I have to admit, I sort of love Liam's character (and everyone's OCs for different reasons haha). Liam is so complicated and secluded from others, but he's so deep and he really portrays the innate struggle between man and beast. Plus, he's albino! That's so cool!

So yeah, if you guys liked this chapter, or if you have any critiques, put 'em in the reviews, and let me know about the Zombie Apocalypse Spin-Off! Thanks!