This scene takes place during the chapter Rehabilitation in the story The Dawn Before the Fall. I thought about altering the scenes between Koa and DogDay, but because of the way I ended thw chapter and story, I focused more on Koa's side. I really wish I focused on both of them like this, I'll be honest.

January 8th, 1996, 6:03 A.M.

After the holiday season had ended, Koa and her father had awoken bright and early to start their training. Since Koa's back was still recovering, they decided to focus on upper body strength training while her back recovered.

She sat in a chair to help support herself, as she started with simple rotation workouts to keep her body moving, like upper body and arm rotations.

….

It was so quiet. It was so dark.

The only sounds that could be heard were the straining of the leather belts holding him captive, and the moaning of the others in the neighboring cells.

He never felt this level of pain. He never felt this hungry.

"DogDay," Bubba called out quietly and exhausted. "Are you doing okay?"

All DogDay could do was groan in response.

….

March 2nd, 1996, 5:58 A.M.

Koa puffed out a breath of air as she pulled herself up with some chin-ups, her father watching to help her down when she finished.

….

CraftyCorn sobbed and cried and whimpered as she tried to recover from her hallucinogenic nightmare.

In the shadows, CatNap watched in sadistic satisfaction.

…..

August 19th, 1996, 5:58 P.M.

Over a year after the accident, Koa was finally able to hold her upper body up without support. Her father had shifted her training to start working out her legs more beyond the simple exercises given to her by the doctor.

Koa started the exercises with simple leg curls and extensions while holding her lower body up. Though, she still couldn't keep it up for long as the movements caused a lot of pain.

…..

"So hungry!" HUNGRY!" PickyPiggy squealed, which echoed in the halls that were being tossed decay after nearly a year of neglect.

"Picky, please stop!" Crafty cried.

"You know what will happen if CatNap comes up here!" Bubba tried to warn her.

DogDay moaned sadly.

"HUNGRY!" Picky screamed at the top of her lungs.

Suddenly, right after the echoes of her screams faded, purring was heard in the air. Along with the noise of something dragging along the floor.

CatNap came into view, holding the rotting remains… of KickinChicken.

The putrid smell of the corpse flooded the halls, causing everyone to gag.

Once CatNap was right next to Picky's cell, he tossed in the remains, which landed right in front of her.

CatNap then turned to face DogDay, who whimper in fear. Then CatNap walked away, and DogDay watched.

The sudden noises of flesh being rendered and bones cracking made him look back to Picky's cell.

Then he vomited.

Picky was gorging herself on the rotting remains.

….

May 26th, 1998, 7:24 A.M.

Koa sat on the edge of her bed, her parents there to support her.

This was it. Over two and a half years after the accident, Koa felt ready to try and stand up and walk without support.

Taking a deep breath, she braced herself, and carefully stood up. There was slight pain, but so far, so good.

She was standing on her own. Carefully and cautiously, she took a step forward.

Then another.

Then another.

Her parent watched with enthusiasm and pride. Their daughter was finally walking again.

It brought back memories of them watching her as a toddler walking on her own for the first time. Once she made it to them, they hugged her tightly as they cried tears of joy.

….

DogDay cried and whimpered as he woke up from a vivid nightmare.

He watched it all over again.

The Hour of Joy.

Blood spraying everywhere. Screaming echoing the halls. Red Smoke surrounding him as CatNap stalked around. The hand of the Prototype reaching for him.

He heard the others crying around him. They were either still trapped in a hallucination or they had woken up from one.

He cried in pain as he felt an old wound on his arm reopen and bleed. The belts were rubbing his skin raw from his struggling.

Tears poured from his eyes.

….

December 22th, 1998, 6:31 AM

Koa tread through the deep snow as she pulled a sleigh of logs behind her as a form of exercise and to bring firewood back to the cabin.

She started to groan as she felt pain building in her back.

Her cabin was in sight. Just a few more yards…

She yelled in pain as she collapsed face first into the snow.

Groaning louder, she looked up to the cabin, braced herself, and crawled towards the cabin.

Not even five seconds later, her mother came running out of the cabin.

….

"MY NAME IS LIAM!! MY NAME IS LIAM!! MY! NAME! IS! LIAM!" Bubba screamed as he tried to break free from his belts. He struggled and screamed like a small child throwing the world's worst tantrum. The others tried their best to sooth Bubba during his episode, but it had no effect.

When Bubba took a breath to continue his rant, a new sound filled the hall. Purring. Footsteps could be heard approaching as well. Just then, Bubba gave an ear-piercing wail.

"Bubba! Please! Calm down! Please!" DogDay pleaded, knowing what was about to happen.

Crafty could be heard huddling in her cell in a desperate attempt to hide from the danger. Picky backed into the wall of her cell. DogDay could do nothing but listen helplessly. CatNap was here.

CatNap approached the cells, continuing to purr as he did so. He turned his head to face the screaming Bubba Bubbaphant. Bubba returned the gaze, his eyes full of tears. He started to cry louder and screamed, "MOMMA!"

Just then, the sounds of ripping flesh and snapping bones echoed, and Bubba's screams were silenced. DogDay began to whimper, tears filled his eyes.

….

April 24th, 1999, 4:17 PM

Koa was in her room, her focus was on her art piece she was working on.

While she was wheelchair bound, she had taken a hobby of woodworking along with painting.

She was currently carving a figure of a mountain lion on a large boulder.

Suddenly, the tool slipped and sliced her hand, causing her to cry out in pain. Dropping the tool and the carving, she brought her hand to her mouth to ease the pain and ran to the bathroom.

After turning on the sink, she got to work in cleaning the wound. Luckily, it wasn't too deep and didn't require stitches.

….

"Now, pass me the red, please." Crafty asked out loud to no one.

DogDay listened for Crafty to continue drawing with pieces of concrete. But nothing happened.

"'Out?' B-but," she whimpered, "we can't be out!"

DogDay couldn't see her, but he could tell she was moving around in her cell on frustration.

"You're hiding more red from me! I know you are."

DogDay flinched. Crafty had never said anything like that. She was not the type to suddenly become aggressive.

"GIVE IT HERE!"

Suddenly, a pain-filled scream filled the halls.

"CRAFTY!?" DogDay yelled.

"You okay?!" Picky asked nasally.

There was no response.

"Crafty?" DogDay called again.

"Ah! Now that's MUCH better," Crafty said happily.

DogDay and PickyPiggy didn't like the way she said that. She was suddenly too calm. But then she could be heard humming. They looked at each other worriedly. They tried to call for Crafty again, but she wouldn't respond. Instead, she continued to hum. After a few minutes, it got quiet. This concerned DogDay and PickyPiggy even more.

Within a few hours, a familiar smell filled the halls. The smell of death.

DogDay knew. Crafty was dead. She must have hurt herself during her episode and bled to death.

….

May 4th, 2000, 5:53 PM

Koa sat at the dinner table with her parents and her brother Noah.

"Noah, are you okay?" Shenandoah asked her youngest son.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Noah insisted nervously.

"Son, what's wrong," Preston asked.

"Well, it's just," he paused. "There's a hospital in North Carolina and it offered me a position as head surgeon."

"Really?! That's awesome!" Koa congratulated.

Noah nodded.

"Son, that's incredible!" Preston praised.

"Noah," Shenandoah questioned gently, noticing her son's hesitation. "What's wrong?"

"North Carolina," Noah repeated. "It's so far away and…"

"Dakota lives in Kentucky," Koa reminded Noah.

"And Josh moved to Nebraska," Shenandoah chimed in.

"It's okay, Noah," Preston stood up and walked to his youngest son. "This is something you wanted for a long time now. Take the job."

Noah looked from his father to his mother and sister. They both nodded in approval.

Noah smiled.

….

"Picky," DogDay called out. She didn't respond. She didn't even shift her head. "Picky," he called out again, louder this time. Still no response.

DogDay started to worry. Picky was never a heavy sleeper. It never took much to wake her up. The thought of CatNap showing up in their sleep and sending them onto a hallucinogenic nightmare came to mind, but then he immediately dismissed it. She would be screaming and thrashing in her sleep, and he would still be dreaming too.

Before DogDay could call to her again, a new noise filled the halls. There was snarling and giggling. Just then, a horde of the Ruined Critters came from the holes in the walls of PickyPiggy's cell. They flooded the room within seconds. Then the sounds of flesh rendering and tearing filled the halls. That's when DogDay knew: PickyPiggy had died in her sleep. She had starved to death.

He started to sob. "I'm sorry, PickyPiggy. I'm sorry, CraftyCorn. Bubba. Hoppy. Bobby. Kickin'. I'm so, so sorry."

….

July 28th, 2002, 7:13 AM

It was pouring down ran. Lightning flashed in the clouds and thunder boomed in the sky. The ground was soaked and the mud was thick.

Koa pulled herself along the rope on the obstacle course behind her house.

The rain pelted her in the face. Her soaked clothes were weighing her down, but that didn't faze her or slow her down.

She felt an ache in her right arm, but she didn't let it slow her down.

….

DogDay flinched as the Ruined Critters stalked the halls. Some of them were staring at him in hunger. Though DogDay knew CatNap told them to leave him be.

But that didn't stop them from stalking him like a shark circling a seal or turtle.

CatNap was heard purring nearby. He then walked by, ignoring his prisoner.

DogDay watched with a small glare. Once he was sure the cat was gone, he closed his eyes with a sigh.

...

Time continued to pass by as Koa continued to live her life. Spending the holidays in different states with her family, and sometimes traveling for special events, like a birthday for a niece or nephew as all of her brothers were now married with families of their own.

Preston even started to lecture and nag Koa about finding someone herself and starting a family.

Though she wasn't quite ready for that.

She didn't know why, but it was like something, or someone, was telling her to just wait.

DogDay continued to suffer under CatNap's hold. He was in so much pain. He was so tired.

Whenever he wasn't sedated by CatNap, whenever he wasn't crying in pain or grief, he was praying.

Praying for it all to end.

Then, on the date of November 5th, 2005, over ten years after those unfortunate events, the past came back to call to the now twenty-six-year-old Koa, and an answer to DogDay's prayers came to light.

….

November 14th or 15th, 2005, time unknown

"And that's when I came here."

Hello all,

It's been a while! Just wanted to say all is well, I've just been busy with work.

And busy with working on the sequels for my stories!!

Yep! The sequels are coming along great, but it will still be a while before they are ready.

I felt bad for keeping you guys waiting, and I've been wanting to get this Outtake done for a while, so I decided to post this chapter for you guys.

And I also ask you all to look at a recent post I made outside of my stories on AO3 called Question for My Audience. It's just a little question for my audience.My name on AO3 is HuntsWithTheWolves.

Thank you all so much again.

Until next time!

God Bless!

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