A/N: And the train just keeps rolling. As I said, I had a lot of these chapters already written. And they're being posted at muzzle velocity for your enjoyment!

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.

"Monster is a relative term. To a canary, a cat is a monster. We're just used to being the cat." -Henry Wu (Jurassic World)

Within minutes of Cole's death, the three men figured out how to escape from the Hunter cage. Reston stared at the screen, feeling nothing, determined not to be surprised.

They simply weren't human, that was all, once he'd accepted that, there was nothing to be surprised at any longer.

The feeding troughs had been wedged firmly into long, narrow gaps in the steel mesh so that the handlers could feed the specimens without entering the cage, enough of the trough was outside so that one could simply drop food in, the animals taking it from their side. That the 3Ks might try to pull the feeding containers inside or push them out wasn't a concern, since the gaps were much too narrow for their bodies.

But not for human bodies...or for theirs, whatever they are.

John and Red started to kick at the trough, and as it started to edge out. One strong kick from Ethan being enough to knock it out of their way so they could escape. It was quite obvious that there was something very different about the youngest of the trio given how he cracked reinforced glass with a single punch and nearly demolished an iron cage meant to keep the Hunters contained.

No...not human at all...

Reston picked up his revolver and stood, turning away from the screens. There was no point in watching. He'd failed, the Planet's tests had proved too easy and he would be severely disciplined for what he'd done, perhaps killed. But he wasn't ready to die, not yet, and not at their hands.

But it wasn't safe to go up, either. The compound was probably overrun with these STARS soldiers by now, they'd cut him off and now were just waiting for their boys to drive him out.

'Can't go up, can't kill them, not enough time...the cafeteria!' the idea sparking a little hope in his inebriated mind. His employees would help him.

Once he freed them, once he explained things, they'd rally around him, protect him from harm. The specifics would have to be edited, of course, but he could work that out on his way.

'Have to go now, they'll be out soon, out and looking for me. Looking to avenge Cole, perhaps. Looking to make me sorry, when I only did my job, what any man would do.'

Somehow, he doubted they'd understand. Reston walked out, already working through his story, wondering how things had gone so terribly awry.

X

From the kennel, they stepped out into a clean and sterile hallway and turned left, West, moving quickly through the deserted corridor. None of them spoke, there was nothing to say until they found what Cole had called Fossil, until they could decide if he'd had the right idea.

For the first time since they'd come to the Planet, John didn't feel like making any jokes. Cole had been a good guy, he'd done his best to make up for luring them into the test program, he'd done what they told him to do...and now he was gone, brutally savaged, dying in blood and pain on the floor of a cage.

Reston. Reston would pay for it, and if the best way to get to him was to unleash some Umbrella monster, so be it. A fitting justice.

'Screw the code book. If Fossil's as badass as Cole seemed to think, we release it, let the workers go and get out. Let it tear this place apart. Let it have Reston.' John thought darkly.

He sent a subtle glance toward Ethan, the teen hadn't said a word since they left the kennels, his eyes looking like those that belonged to someone far older. Every since first meeting him, John had the feeling that there was something...different about the former profiler.

It wasn't just his smarts, something that put all of them, minus Rebecca, to shame. Ethan was abnormally fast, his reflexes enough to make veteran soldiers jealous. And his strength, John had challenged him to an arm-wrestling contest not long after they all went into hiding.

He had won, but throughout their little game the larger, supposedly stronger, man had struggled a bit before gaining victory. But deep down, he had a gut feeling that the teen had let him win for some reason. And after watching him go into a fit of rage and nearly crush a large cage meant to house Umbrella's sick pets like a tin can...it was now very obvious.

John turned his attention forward again. Even though there was something very odd about the youngest male in their group of rogues, he knew that the kid had a pure heart and a couragous soul. They had a good advantage against Umbrella thanks to what he had done in the past, so none of them had a reason to distrust him even slightly.

Though curiosity was very strong on the subject.

As for Ethan, the traveler was mentally berating himself for having lost it like he had back in the kennels. He'd worked hard to keep his new abilities and prowess under wraps until he was ready to come clean about them to the others.

He knew that it was only a matter of time until he was found out, but he wanted it to happen on his terms since he didn't even know what was up with him. And Oracle had yet to tell him anything about it...

Although, he had told Rebecca of what he was capable of now back when they were at the safehouse after Raccoon City.

Ethan had put together a believable story that would make the most sense about everything. He hated lying to her, someone he loved and trusted more than anything, but trying to explain that he was from another world due to his parents having jumped from a dark future in this one before he was born was so beyond unbelievable that a science fiction writer couldn't have thought of it.

She believed him, it had taken her several minutes to soak everything in, but she believed what he came up with and still loved him regardless since he was still the same person she met. 'There's just something more special about you now then there was before.' Rebecca had said when everything was all said and done.

He hated himself even more for keeping his biggest secret from her...but in the end it was for the best. His old life was far behind him, this was his life now. And despite how things were, he had more people around him that trusted him, people that deserved to know what he was capable of even if it was fabrication.

Coming to a stop in the middle of the corridor, John and Leon both did the same, watching him quizzically as he turned to them slowly. "I know that you guys have been watching me...since the kennels." he said, his voice echoing off the concrete walls around them.

The two men looked to one another then back at him before nodding slowly. "This isn't the time, or the place, to be telling you about what and how that happened. When we're all back together and out of here, I will. It's a long story. But for now, I want you both to know that you can trust me. That I'm still the same guy you've known all this time."

A brief silence passed between them. John rolled his shoulders and nodded, "Okay."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, " 'Okay'?" he asked, confused.

"You've never lied to us before, kid. And you're not exactly trying to hide what happened and instead telling us you'll give the full story later. So, it's okay."

Leon spoke next, "Seen a lot of weird things since Raccoon City. But I know a threat when I see one, and after everything we've been through I think you'd be the last one to bring harm to any of us."

Relief, and a tiny sliver of guilt, went through Ethan as he sighed. "Thanks guys."

"Don't mention it, Superman." John said making the teen roll his eyes as they started moving again.

The hall curved right, then straightened out, continuing west. When they turned the corner, they saw the door on the right, and somehow they just knew that it was Cole's lab room.

The metal door opened, after they'd used a nine-millimeter key, into a small laboratory with counters and computers, which then opened into a surgical theater, all gleaming steel and porcelain. The door set into the back wall of the operating room was the one Cole had meant for them to find, and when they went through it and saw the creature, Ethan could see why he'd insisted on telling them about it, even with his last gasping breaths.

If it was even half as vicious as it looked, the Planet was history.

"Christ," Leon said, and neither Ethan or John could think of anything to add to that. They moved slowly toward the giant cylinder that sat in the corner of the large room, past the steel autopsy table and trays of shining equipment, finally stopping in front of the tube.

The lights in the room were off, but there was a directional light aimed at the container from the ceiling, illuminating the thing. The Fossil.

The tube was fifteen feet high and at least ten in diameter, filled with a clear red liquid, and enveloped in the fluid, attached to tubes and wires that ran through the top, was a monster. A nightmare that made the Tyrant series' the traveler had faced before look tame in comparison.

He realized that it was called Fossil because of what it looked like, at least partly. The BOW resembled some kind of a dinosaur, though not one that had ever walked the Earth. The ten-foot-tall creature was pale, its pebbled flesh a glowing pink because of the red liquid that surrounded it. There was no tail, but it had the thick skin and powerful legs of a long extinct reptilian. It was obviously built to walk upright, and though it had the small eyes and heavy, rounded snout of a carnivorous dinosaur, a T. Rex or velociraptor, it also had long, thickly muscled arms and hands with slender, grasping fingers.

As impossible as it was, it looked like the mutant offspring of a man and a dinosaur.

It was clearly in stasis but it was definitely alive. Connected to a thin hose was a small, clear mask that covered its nostril slits, and a band of plastic was tied around its thick snout to hold the giant jaws closed. None of them could see them, but there was no doubt that there were rows of pointed teeth in the creature's wide and curving mouth. Its beady eyes were covered by some inner eyelid, a thin layer of purpled skin, and they could actually see the slow rise of its thick chest, the gently bobbing motions of its massive body in the red fluid.

'Those crazy bastards...' Ethan thought in both awe and horror at seeing the creature. 'What the fuck were they thinking? There's no way to control something like this...no amount of conditioning could make it follow commands.'

There was a clipboard hanging on the wall next to the Fossil, above a small monitor screen where thin green lines blipped silently across in fading pulses. Leon picked the clipboard up, flipping through the pages as one of the BOWs spidery hands twitched, the eight-inch fingers curling into a loose fist.

"Says here that it's slated for autopsy in three and a half weeks," Leon said, scanning. " 'Specimen will remain in stasis,' blah blah blah... 'when it will be injected with a lethal dose of Hyptheion prior to dissection'."

John glanced back at the autopsy table, saw the folded steel leaves on either side and three bone saws tucked underneath. The table had apparently been built to accommodate larger animals.

"Why keep it alive at all?" John asked, turning back to the sleeping Fossil. It was hard not to look, the creature was compelling, horrid and marvelous, an aberration that demanded attention.

"Find out what makes it tic." said Ethan, also keeping his eyes on the powerful monster. "Break it down to a specific formula, then either replicate it or improve on it. This thing's clearly a Tyrant series of a different caliber...the Nemesis had nothing on this."

Leon looked up then took a deep breath. "So...do we do it?"

It was the million dollar question. They would lose the codes, but Umbrella will have one less playground for their twisted science and lose countless millions and research data...And maybe one less administrator.

"Yeah," John said. "Yeah, I think we do."

X

The men listened to him in silence, their faces thoughtful as they absorbed the horror that had invaded the Planet. The invasion from above, his call for help, how the gunmen had knocked him out after killing Henry Cole in cold blood. They asked no questions, just sat and drank coffee, someone had made coffee, and watched him speak. No one offered him a cup.

"...and once I recovered, I came here," Reston said, and ran a shaking hand through his hair, wincing appropriately. He didn't have to fake the tremors. "I...they're still out there, somewhere, perhaps planting explosives, I don't know, but we can stop them if we work together."

He could see in their blank eyes that it wasn't working, he wasn't inspiring them to act. He wasn't the best with people, but he could read them well enough.

'They're not buying, work the Henry angle...' Reston thought rethinking his strategy

His shoulders slumped, a quiver creeping into his voice. "They just shot him," he said, staring down in stunned sorrow. "He was begging, pleading for them to let him live, and they...they shot him."

"Where's the body?"

Reston looked up, saw that Leo Yan had spoken, one of the 3Ks' two handlers. Yan had no expression at all, leaning against the edge of the table with his arms crossed.

"What?" Reston asked, looking confused but knowing exactly what Yan was talking about. 'Think, dammit, should have thought of this already...'

"Henry," someone else said, and Reston saw it was Tom Something-or-other, from construction. His gruff voice was openly skeptical. "They shot him, they knocked you out, so he's still by the cell block, right?"

"I...I don't know," Reston said, feeling too hot, feeling dehydrated from so much brandy. Feeling as though he might not be able to recover from the unexpected question. "Yes, he must be, unless they moved him for some reason. I woke up confused, dizzy, I wanted to get to you immediately, to make sure none of you had been injured. I didn't see if he was still there."

They stared at him, a sea of rough faces that were no longer so neutral. Reston saw disbelief and disrespect, anger, and in the eyes of one or two, he saw what might have been hatred.

'Why, what have I done to inspire such contempt?' he thought in anxiety and confusion. 'I'm their manager, their employer, I pay their goddamn wages!'

One of the mechanics stood up from the table and addressed the rest of them, ignoring Reston completely. It was Nick Frewer, the one who seemed the most popular among the men.

"Who says we get outta here?" Nick said. "Tommy, you got the keys for the truck?"

Tom nodded. "Sure, but not for the gate or the storage shed."

"I got those," said Ken Carson, the cook. He stood up, too, and then most were standing, stretching and yawning, draining their cups.

Nick nodded. "Good. Everyone go pack up, be at the elevator in five-"

"Wait!" Reston said, unable to believe what he was hearing, that they would walk away from their moral duty, from their obligations. That they could ignore him. "There are more on the surface, they'll kill you! You have to help me!"

Nick turned and looked at him, his gaze calm and insufferably patronizing. "Mr. Reston, we don't have to do anything. I don't know what's really going on, but I believe you're a liar, and I may not speak for everyone, but I know I'm not getting paid enough to be your bodyguard."

He smiled suddenly, his blue eyes sparkling. "Besides which, they're not after us."

Nick turned and walked away, and Reston briefly considered shooting him, but he only had six bullets and no doubts that the men would turn on him if he injured one of their working-class pack. He thought about telling them that their lives were over, that he wouldn't forget their treachery, but he didn't want to waste his breath. And he didn't have time.

Hide. It was all there was to do.

Reston turned his back on the insubordinates and hurried out, his mind grasping for places to go, rejecting them as too obvious, too exposed...

...and then he had it. The bank of elevators, around the corner from the medical facilities. It was perfect. No one would think to look in an elevator car that didn't even work, he could pry one open and be safe inside. At least for a while, until he thought of something else he could do.

Sweating in spite of the cool gray stillness that was the main corridor, Reston turned right and started to run.

X

After what seemed like hours of going down through the dark, of the cold and uncomfortable huddle on the deafeningly loud servicing lift, they hit bottom.

'Or top, depending on how you look at it,' Claire thought absently, looking down through the open panel as David's flashlight played across the plush interior, as the roaring motor wound down to silence. They'd landed on top of an elevator car, empty except for a stepladder pushed to one side.

They stepped off of the metal square, Claire relieved to be back on a reasonably solid surface. Riding down through an open elevator shaft where one false move could send you crashing to your death wasn't her idea of a good time.

"Think anyone heard us?" Claire asked, and saw David's silhouette shrug.

"If they were within a thousand feet of this thing, yes," he said. "Wait, I'll get the stepstool..."

Claire turned on her flashlight as David sat, grabbing the edges of the open panel and lowering himself down. As he moved the small ladder into place, Rebecca turned her flashlight on, and Claire caught a glimpse of her face.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, worried. Rebecca looked sick, too pale and with dark, purplish half circles beneath her eyes.

"Yeah. I've been better, but I'll survive," she said lightly.

Claire wasn't convinced, but before she could pursue it any further, David called up to them.

"Alright, let your feet hang down, I'll guide them to the steps and then lift you down."

The young Redfield motioned for Rebecca to go first, deciding that if she couldn't function, she'd probably say something. As David helped Rebecca down, though, it occurred to Claire that she wouldn't say anything.

'I'd want to help, and I wouldn't want to be left behind; I'd keep going if it killed me...' She pushed the thoughts aside, lowering herself down through the elevator's roof. Rebecca wasn't as stubborn as she was, and she was a medic. She was fine.

As soon as she was down, David nodded at Claire and the two of them pulled at the cold metal doors, Rebecca holding her semi aimed loosely at the widening gap. When they'd managed to push the heavy doors a couple of feet apart, David stepped out first, then motioned for them to follow.

'Wow.'

She wasn't sure what she expected, but the gray hall of subtly lit concrete wasn't it. It stretched right, ending in a door, and left, a sharp turn about twenty feet from the elevator that headed east. Claire wasn't sure about the directions, but she knew that the elevator that had trapped the others was roughly southeast, assuming it had gone straight down, anyway.

It was quiet, perfectly still and quiet. David tilted his head to the left, indicating that they would head that way, and Claire and Rebecca both nodded.

'Might as well start at the elevator, see if we can figure out which way they headed.'

Claire glanced at Rebecca again, not wanting to stare but uneasy about her health, she really didn't look so good, and as Rebecca turned toward the hall's corner, Claire hung back a little. She caught David's gaze, nodding slightly toward the young medic, frowning.

He hesitated, then nodded in turn, and she saw that he wasn't blind to her condition. At least there was that-

Rebecca let out a sharp cry of surprise, already at the corner, a man in a blue suit leapt forward and grabbed her, knocking her gun out of her hand, putting a revolver to the side of her head. He locked one arm around her throat, tight, and turned wild, sweaty eyes in their direction, his finger on the trigger, a trembling grin on his aging face.

"I'll kill her! I'll do it! Don't make me do it!"

Rebecca clutched at his arm and he squeezed even tighter, his hands shaking, his blue eyes darting back and forth between David and Claire. Rebecca's eyes closed a little, her fingers dropping away, and Claire realized that she was too weak, that she was on the verge of collapse as it was.

"You people aren't going to kill me, just stay away! Stay away or I'll kill her!" the man shouted again, barrel of the revolver was pressed to the medic's skull. If David or she made a move...

They watched helplessly as the madman started backing around them, dragging Rebecca with him toward the door at the end of the hall.

X

It was frighteningly easy to bring fossil out of stasis. Ethan had gotten into the monitoring program on the nearby computer terminal and figured out how to drain the giant cylinder and set the digital timer on it. The whole process would only take about five minutes once he entered the proper commands.

"Hey, look at this," John said, and the traveler turned from the small computer, glancing at the monster that would soon be free and wreaking havoc on the facility when he saw John and Leon standing at the wall across the room, staring up at a laminated picture.

Moving closer, he saw that it was a map of the Planet, each area neatly labeled. The testing facility had a fairly simple layout, basically a giant corridor that surrounded the four phases, most of the rooms and offices on offshoots from the main hall.

John tapped a small square at the east, just across from where the service, elevator was. "Says 'test control/ monitor room,'" he said, "and it's on the way out."

"You think Reston's holed up there?" Leon asked.

John shrugged. "If he was watching us in the test program, that's where he would have been, what I'm interested in is if he happened to leave his little black book lying around."

"We'll take a look when we get there." said Ethan, "It'll take the stasis chamber about five minutes to drain, we'd have time, and we can unlock the elevator at the same time."

John turned around to look at Fossil, asleep in its gel womb. "You think it'll actually wake up?"

The traveler nodded. "All the stats that had been listed in the monitoring program all seemed to match up, its heart-rate and respiration indicating deep sleep, no reason it wouldn't wake up once the warm nutrient bath was drained."

"...Okay...English please." said Leon.

Ethan gave him a look, "Jurassic Park over there's going to wake up cold, pissed, and hungry. And it's in our life expectancy to get the hell out of dodge before it does."

John smiled a little, not his usual grin but a smile, anyway. "Then let's get gone."

Ethan walked back to the computer, bathed in pale red light from the stasis tube. Fossil floated peacefully, a sleeping giant. A monstrosity, created by monstrous people and living a useless life in a place built for death.

"Destroy it all." he said lowly, and hit the "Enter" key. The timer started its countdown, they had five minutes.

X

David thought it was probably Reston, although there was no way to be sure. It didn't matter, all he cared about was how to get Rebecca away from him, and as the crazed man in the blue suit backed to the door, David realized that there was nothing he could do.

Not yet.

"Just go away! Leave me alone!" the man, Reston, shouted, and then he was gone. Rebecca was gone, and the weak, listless way she'd looked at them before the door closed scared David badly.

"What do we do?"

He looked at Claire, saw the anxiety and fear on her face, and made himself take a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. They wouldn't be able to do anything if they panicked...and they could very well get her killed.

"Stay calm," he said, feeling anything but. "We don't know the floor plan, we can't circle around behind him...we'll have to follow."

"But he-"

"Yes, I know what he said," David interrupted. "There's no alternative at this point. We let them get a safe distance, then follow, look for an opening."

'And hope that he's not as unstable as he looks.' he thought to himself.

"Claire,this is stealth work, we can't afford to make a sound. Perhaps it would be better if you stayed here."

Claire shook her head, a look of determination in her gray eyes. "I can do it," she said, firmly and clearly. She had no doubts, and though untrained, she'd proven herself to be quick and steady.

David nodded and they walked to the door to wait, two minutes unless we hear an exit, crack the door for sound.

He forced himself to take another deep breath, cursing himself for letting Rebecca come with them. She was exhausted and injured, she wouldn't be able to fight if he decided to tighten his arm a bit more about her throat...

'No. Hang on, Rebecca. We're coming, and we can wait all night for him to make a slip, to find our opportunity.'

They waited, David praying that Reston wouldn't hurt her, swearing that he'd cut out the man's liver and feed it to him if he did.

X

They looked for the elevator, not sprinting through the endless gray hall, but not taking their time about it, either. The cafeteria was empty, and a half-minute check of the bunk rooms satisfied John that the workers had gone. There were clear signs that the guys had been in a hurry to grab their shit and get out.

'Hope Reston's still here, though.' thought John as they ran north down the main corridor, he decided that if Mr. Blue was still in the control room, he'd knock him out. A good solid punch to the temple would do it, and if he didn't wake up before Fossil started to roam, too bad.

They ran past the small offshoot that connected the control room to the main hall, both of them panting, both of them aware that they needed a working elevator a hell of a lot more than they needed to screw with Reston. As Ethan had said, they didn't want to be around for the Planet's grand finale.

The open panel in the wall and the small light above the "In use" sign were enough to make John grin like a kid, the relief a cool and sweeping wave; they'd taken a big risk deciding to let Fossil out before securing their escape route.

Leon hit the recall button, looking just as relieved. "Two, two-and-a-half minutes," Ethan said keeping accurate track of time they had left. John nodded.

"Just a quick look," he said, and turned back toward the small passage across the hall. Leon was out of ammo, but Ethan had given him half his 9mm ammo to keep him armed. John still had a few rounds in the M-16 and Ethan a full clip for his G36 in case Reston did anything stupid.

They hurried to the door at the end of the hall and found it unlocked. John went first, sweeping the large room with the rifle, then whistling in awe at the setup.

"Damn," he said softly. A line of black leather chairs faced an entire wall of screens. Deep red plush carpet. A shining silver console, sleek and ultramodern, a table that looked like solid white marble behind it.

'At least we don't have to dig through any clutter.' he thought lowering his weapon as the others entered behind him. Except for a coffee mug and a silver flask on the console, there was nothing to see. No papers or office stuff, no personal items, no secret code books.

"Probably ought to get going," Leon said, knowing that there was nothing there for them.

John nodded, "Yeah, okay. Let's-"

There was movement on one of the wall screens, midway through the second row from the top. John stepped closer to the monitor, wondering who the hell it could be, the employees got out and that's two people, can't be-

"Oh, shit," John said, and felt his stomach drop, a sickening plunge that seemed to go on and on, his horrified gaze fixed to the screen.

Reston, with a gun. Dragging Rebecca through some hall, his arm around her throat. Rebecca's feet half-dragging on the floor, her head hanging, her arms slack.

"Claire!"

John glanced away, saw Leon staring at a second monitor, saw David and Claire, armed, moving quickly down another featureless corridor.

"Can we refill the tube?" John barked, his gut still lurching, feeling more terrified by the sight of their friends than he had all night.

When he received no answer from Ethan, he turned and found the space where he had been empty. "Shit!" he cursed. John knew that the kid would have done anything short of putting out the sun itself for Rebecca. They needed to work fast before-

"John..." he turned to looked at Leon, the man's face pale as he looked at another monitor. Following his gaze, the large man felt his heart plummet even farther.

There, a dark room, a single light in the corner pointed at the tube, at the moving, thrashing thing inside. In seconds, dripping hands plunged through the clear matter, tearing, shattering, a massive, pallid, reptilian leg stepping through.

Too late...Fossil was out.

X

The creature designated Tyrant Series ReH1a, more commonly known as Fossil, was motivated purely by instinct and it only had one: eat.

All of its actions stemmed from that single, primal urge. If there was something between it and food, Fossil destroyed it. If something attacked, tried to stop it from food, Fossil killed it. There was no reproductive impulse, because Fossil was the only member of its species.

Fossil woke hungry. It sensed food, picking up on electrical charges in the air, scents, distant heat, and destroyed the thing that held it. The environment was unfamiliar to Fossil, but not important, there was food, and it was hungry.

At ten feet tall and weighing roughly a thousand pounds, the wall that stood between Fossil and food didn't stop it for long. Past that was another wall, and then another, and the rich feels and smells of food were very close, so close that Fossil experienced the closest thing it had to an emotion; it wanted.

A state of being that went beyond hunger, a powerful extension of its instinct that encouraged it to move faster. Fossil would eat almost anything, but living food always made it want.

The wall that stopped it from food was thicker and harder than the others, but not so much that it could stop Fossil. It ripped through the layers of substance and was in a strange place, nothing organic there but the moving, screeching food.

Food ran at it, hard to see but smelling quite strongly. Food raised a claw and swiped at Fossil, crying in fury, its desire to attack and kill. Fossil knew this because of the smell. Within seconds, Fossil was surrounded by food, and again, it wanted. The animals that were food howled and screamed, dancing and leaping, and Fossil reached out and picked up the closest.

Food had sharp talons, but Fossil's hide was thick. Fossil bit into the food, tearing a great chunk from the writhing body, and was fulfilled. Its sense of purpose was met so long as it chewed and swallowed, hot blood dripping down its throat, hot flesh ripping between its teeth.

The other food animals continued to attack, making it easy for Fossil to eat. Fossil ate all of the food animals in a short period of time, and its metabolism used the food almost as quickly, giving Fossil strength to find more food. It was an extremely simple process, one that continued as long as Fossil was awake.

Finished with the dark and cavernous room that had housed the screaming food, Fossil licked blood off its fingers and opened its senses, searching for its next meal. In seconds, it knew that there was more, living and moving close by.

Fossil wanted. Fossil was hungry.

A/N: And the scenario has just reached the apex of shit hitting the fan...And Reston just stepped on a horrifyingly dangerous landmine in taking Rebecca hostage. Fossil isn't the only dangerous being running around the Planet now.

The 'Underworld' part of the story is just about finished, drop your reviews and the next update will be up soon.