Chris felt no need to introduce himself, the thought of others knowing your name when there's a good chance they'll die is just a waste of breath. That however, wasn't what angered him, not only did Syn take a longer rout, granted safer, she was the spitting image of his drugged up whore of a mother, her tongue was just as sharp.

"I don't have rabies you slut! Don't think you know this place better than I do either, you've been here six months, I've been here for 8 fucking years!" He exploded at her, cannibalism was disgusting to most, but he was no monster, thousands of others did the same and were never treated this way.

Holding in his rage as best he could Chris immediately looked for another way to go. Leaning against a wall he looked up, taking the gun Zane had handed him. Aiming it upwards he fired it into the vents, just like he had hoped the covering had partially broken. Throwing the empty gun at it the punctured hole grew bigger. Using the wall as a boost Chris launched himself to the vent and pulled his body into it. Ignoring the others gaze Chris crawled his way through the vents, heading towards his favorite place, the east exit.

"Gas chambers!" He shouted back at them before continuing on towards the exit. He must have crawled for half an hour before the next opening showed itself. Something resembling chicken wire gave him a barred window to what was below him. Blood painted the floor and walls, it was obvious, this place had a victor, and by the looks of it, the patients. Cole suddenly crossed his mind.

"Wonder what happened to good ol' King-Boy." He stated to the wire mesh. Hitting it with both fists it fell to the floor, him with it. Looking around he decided it best to hide out until it wasn't quite as dangerous. Creeping into a cell he sat down in the corner and looked at his leg. It seemed the bullet hadn't hit the bone, it had pierced the muscle and left from the other side. Happy it hadn't done anything crippling Chris curled up in a fetal position and looked around, next to him was a crying girl. She seemed to be taking something hard so Chris let her take of it herself. Not wanting to bother her he looked back at the few patients left.

Cole scoffed at Chris's remark from under his cot. Why fight when you can have people do it for you? Cole thought, with a smile creeping over his face. He glanced over the room, making sure there was no one else there, and slowly moved out from his hiding space. The air stunk of decaying flesh and human innards. Might as well go with the only person I know here, even if he is out of his fucking mind...
"Chris, wait up!" yelled Cole, hoping to catch up. As he sauntered over to the vent, he noticed something barely sticking out of the wall.
"What's this..." Cole muttered to himself. He picked up one of the many guard hats strewn over the floor, and brushed away the dust on the old glass case.
"It's not much of a weapon, but it'll do, all of these guards are ransacked..." Cole said under his breath, as he broke through the glass and took out the fire extinguisher. Still seems to work... Cole thought, as he pulled out the pin and tested it. Foam sprayed out and hit the wall. It'll do...
Cole then ran towards the vent, realizing he'd dawdled long enough.
Picking himself up, he crept into the vent, all the while screaming, "Chris wait!"

"Syn, Sammie we should follow Chris. Expecially now that that guy followed him." I crouch down and with a mighty leap I grab onto the vent and pull myself up. I extend my arm down to Sammie and Syn to help them up if they wanted to come. While waiting I decide to let them know how to tell us apart. "You may be confused about how to tell me apart. Magix is our main host. He's frail, timid and despises killing. Damn fool. Trice is the smooth talker and impersonator. I'm the crazy, sadistic mother fucker."

Watching one man punch another in the face, and yet another punch the one that had punched the other man Chris heard his name. Standing up he turned his head like an owl searching for pray. He heard it again a few seconds later. Going back to he had fallen from he ignored the crazed men behind him wondering if it was ol' king-boy or not. Placing both hands on the end of the opening he tried to pull himself up but couldn't hold his own weight. He fell to the floor with a dull plumb and watched as Cole's head popped out from the vent.

"Hey there King-Boy!" Chris said waving vigorously. Rolling over he brought himself to his knees and then his feet. His clothes had changed from the dull slate gray to a crimson red, the back of his head had also turned a deep crimson. He wanted to abandon his clothes for cleaner ones but wasn't feeling up to walking around naked until he was found by the guards, or someone else.

Her mind began to harden. She new it was the only way out, but she decided that Zane would take over from there. "Fine," she muttered. Of course, she already knew Chris would soon have enough rage to kill someone. Walking over to him, she charged, "I'm not fucking slut, you animal!" Her pistol raised, she could smell the sweet scent of his blood already...so wonderfully silked on her hands. How she craved it, she stopped herself. Only lasting enough time to make her fidge. "If you don't play nice, cannibal, that guards won't have to kill you as I'll do it myself. You may have been here for eight years, but have you really took a look around this place?"

She looked towards Zane, Magix, and Trice. Her plan, of course, had failed once more. She'd always been wrong on things, but she knew how well this place operated. She was tired, and here body began to sore. Taking Zane's hand, she helped herself up. She looked down to Sammie, with a convincing look. Sitting along the vent, she could...remember? The voices, the screaming of the children and the people she had murdered? "NO!" she screamed. Realizing her outburst, she turned her head, and her eyes were beginning to craze. I've got to stop this, she thought. I've got to stop this!

"Heh, Chris the Cannibal, how're ya doing?" Cole cheerfully said as he stuck his tongue out. At least I won't be alone this whole damn departure, I've got my own personal bodyguard Cole mused.
"Wait up, there's some more coming... strength in numbers?" Cole gracefully jumped down from the vent, smoothing out his hand-made Italian suit as he waited for a reply. Cole eyed Chris up and down, Chris looked like he'd been through a slaughterhouse. "You look a little red there, here's my suit jacket, use it well." Cole nonchalantly said, casually throwing his suit jacket towards Chris, leaving Cole's vest and dress shirt exposed underneath. He's killed most of the guards... he's worthy of my jacket.

Chris caught the jacket and took off his blood soaked polyester sweater. Deciding it wouldn't help him any to wear the suit he threw it back at Cole. Unsheathing the knife that had earned him his first meal today Chris cut off the bottoms of his track pants to make them shorts. If there was a mirror nearby he would of had a good giggle at himself. A man in his late 20's who looked like he was at least 60, skinnier then the anorexic and rather tall Chris was a zombie resurrected from the dead with only socks and torn shorts on.

Scratching his head Chris waited for the others to get down from the vents so they could continue to the chambers. he now began to rub his stomach, his first meal had worn off, he wanted a second but couldn't see anything he could harvest, well nothing intact.

Her mind pulsed. Getting on her hands and knees, she quickly crawled to the vent of the let down. Holding her breath, she jumped down. Her gun, dropped before her, landing on the floor, setting off a gunshot. "Damn it!" she cursed. When landed, she grabbed the gun, and placed it in her pocket. She could see Chris, and a boy...she'd never saw before. With no time to waist, she jogged to them both, but stumbled and fell on Chris. She laughed. "Sorry about that cannibal. I'll have to be more careful next time."

She got up from the fall on him. Standing, she held out her hand to him, helping him up. That's right, she thought, help them. Don't hurt them. She looked to the boy. Now, it clicked it in her head. When she was in her cell four months ago, she could remember Chris calling him, 'King-boy.' Her eyes didn't leave King-boy's eyes. "You must be the spoiled brat I kept hearing cannibal here, howl about at night." She made a differ in her eyes to excuse her stern words. After helping Chris up, she walked over to the 'King.' "My name is Syn," she spoke with such gratitude in her voice. Something she hadn't done in a long time. "...Could you mind telling me you're real name?" She looked back to Chris, and snickered. She could see the hunger of Chris.

Before the boy could answer, she took the 9mm, placed it to the skin of her arm, and blew a small segment off. She did not wince. She let out no scream. Picking up the battered piece, she threw it at Chris. "Eat up, cannibal." She noticed, she was losing a good amount of blood. She looked around, but found nothing.

She took the bottom of her blood-stained shirt, and cut it around. Taking the strip of the shirt, she wrapped it around her arm, and tied it. That would stop the blood from pouring out from her body. Regaining herself, she looked back to the boy. "Now, as I where was I...?"

Getting knocked over by the spitting image of his mother almost broke the last restraint of the psycho's mind. Grabbing her hand offered he pulled himself up. He started cursing again, too low for anyone but him to hear, he shook his head, droplets of blood flying from his matted hair. Wiping some of the blood off of his arms he looked back at Cole and Syn, intrigued in how they would react to each other.

Zoning out for a second Chris came back when a piece of Syn's flesh hit him. Picking it up with his index and thumb he tossed it away like spoiled garbage, he shot Syn a warning look, she was trying his patience. Turning around he headed for the door leading to the outside, stopping before he opened it he looked it over. Scratch marks were on it and a man lay dead and bloodied, his nails torn away.

"Hey, someone open this door for me!" Chris called back hoping it wasn't a trap as the body seemed to hint.

Syn's stern look went to hurt. So much for helping someone in need, she thought. Sighing, she fled from this 'king' person. Slowly, she walked over to the man with the bloodiest delight. She looked to Chris, and shook her head. She shot the man. Not once. Not twice, but three times. "Seems dead to me," she sighed. She leaned against the wall, letting Chris take control. "So much for feeding you. So much for trying to help. I almost blew off my fucking arm for your pleasure." Her words weren't as harsh as she wanted them to be. Even if this was a trap, she wasn't the one who was going to get her body blown to pieces. She wasn't taking a risk.

Looking back, she silently wished the others would hurry there way to the door. She looked back to Chris. Awaiting her freedom.

Sammie took Zanes helpping hand as she climbed up into the vent, crawling along it until she was over the room where the rest of the group was and jumped down. Landing on the floor she quickly got back up and looked around at the others. She noticed there seemed to be some friction between Syn and Chris but didnt say anything about it. She knew better than to get involved in someone else business. Especially when both were murders.

Glancing at the door and the body laying on the floor Sammie came to the same conclusion Chris did that it was most likely some kind of trap, and if so she wasnt going to be the one to try and open the door. Staying quiet seemed like the best idea.

"Damnit! Did I ask you to blow off your fucking arm? No I didn't! Did I?!" He shouted at her in a hoarse voice, one more tug, just one more and he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Forgetting in his anger about the possible trap Chris grabbed the metal door handle twisted it and ripped the door open. Looking at his hand he noticed it was bright red, a sudden acrid smell filed the air as Chris realized what had happened.

Swearing again he dropped to the man who was just shot, dipped his palm in the blood and stepped back from the door, from another body he ripped off some of their shirt and wrapped the hand. Nothing hurt, but he knew what it was to be wounded, and wounds didn't have to hurt to kill. Looking back at Syn he decided since she was so trigger happy she should be the first to go outside, after all what if there were guards. "Ladies first." Chris said in a sickening voice bowing slightly and then smiling deviously.

He looked back at the others wondering why they hadn't volunteered, although he could of guessed and was then curious as to why they all stood back. Tilting his head his smile turned into a frown and his posture relaxed. "Yes?" He asked them and suddenly felt how he thought Samantha did when he was watching her.

She laughed in such a sick way. "I'm not as stupid as you think I am, Chris." The first time she'd ever call him his name to his face. Normally, it'd just be 'cannibal' or something dealing with his disorder. "I want no trouble from you. We're here to help each other. Not mentally abuse each other. We're already mentally fucked up anyways." She remained on the wall. Just...awaiting her death. Awaiting for someone to end her nightmare. She didn't care on freedom anymore. She'd praise them if they'd escape. She waited for the victim to endure the trap which led outside.

Sammie yawned, all this standing still in this room with no one making a move was causing her body to just want to go to sleep where she was standing. She felt her eyes close as she then forced them back open. Walking a little closer to the door though not walking through it as she turned to look at Chris and then at Syn. "Why arnt we moving? Is there something wrong with the door or are you all too bloody scared" She said to the group. Sammie needed to keep moving, needed to keep her mind busy and walking out into a possible trap of guards seemed like a good way of doing both.

Running her fingers through her hair as she got her gun out from where she had stored it in her pocket. "Well if you guys arnt going to do it then I will" She said as she went to move through the door. Slowely and cautiously. Just because she was doing something stupid like walking into a trap didnt mean she was going to go about it in a stupid way.

Sammie glanced back at the others with a playful smile on her face. She took a few more steps until she was out of the door. Almost as soon as she was through it a bullet flew past her head "Shit!". Sammie began firing her gun at the 5 guards who were waiting outside the door about 10 metres away. Leaning up against the wall as she shot at them. After a few seconds filled with the sound of gunfire the five guards were laying dead on the ground in pools of blood.

Laughing Sammie walked over to them and shot each one, once more just to make sure before turning back to the door in search of the others.

She walked out to where Sammie stood. "Great job!" she said. So, there had been a trap. But, five easy GUARDS? She was disappointed in herself. Sighing, she looked back to Chris. Guilt. That was the emotion she felt whenever she looked at him. So, were females better at murder? She chuckled. Seems like it.

But, when she turned around to see the others, three guards were approaching them. "GET OUT! NOW!" She looked to Sammie, awaiting her reaction of the guards. They had their guns raised. Syn's eyes widened when she saw one of the guards had their gun raised high to Chris. Taking her pistol, she aimed correctly, and shot the guard. The guard struggled, but died of shock and instant by the bullet. She looked to Sammie. "Would you mind getting the others? I'll see if anything else is up ahead."

Hearing the gunshot Chris turned around to meet the bullet of a guards pistol. Leaning forward Chris screamed in fury as he darted towards the two guards, blood leaking from his left shoulder. The guards fired off more shots but Chris knew how to beat them. Putting a foot against the wall he began to run up it. His right hand tightened into the form of a claw and he jumped at the guard on the right.

His hand caught the guards face, scratching and drawing blood, as he landed Chris in a single fluid motion unsheathed his blade with his left hand and slit the other guards neck. Blood sprayed in an arc as he plunged the knife into the hip of the right guard. The stabbed man shouted out in agonizing pain, all smiles Chris dropped his blade, "You. You fucking shot me! You- You sun of a bitch!" He shouted one last time as the guard raised his pistol. Chris lunged forward, pushing the gun over his right shoulder, his left hand gripped the mans jaw. Increasing the clearance between the guards jaw and collarbone, Chris opened his mouth, saliva dripped onto the mans neck. Sinking his fangs into the guards neck he clamped shut on his jugular and strangled the man to death while ripping away at the flesh of his throat.

"Yeah whatever" Sammie says to Syn. She had began walking back into the room to get the rest of the small group when Chris had run past her. Sammie turned to watch him as he attacked the guards, soon in a position where he was strangling him and ripping the flesh from his throat. It didnt seem to bother her that he was doing it now, it kind of seemed natural since he had been eating organs from the frist time she saw him.

Sammie then walked back into the room and looked at the rest of the people still in there "Come on! Hurry up and lets get the fuck out of here" she said anxious to keep the group moving. The sooner they were away from here the better. She glanced around at the group and then back at the open doorway that had now been cleared "Well are you guys coming or staying?"

She started forward. First, running, but then of short breath, she stopped. Damn those cigarettes as a kid, she thought. She took her pistols out just incase of an attack. The feeling around her made her feel...harmed. No, she thought, NO! Control yourself! Don't shoot anything you see! She screamed. She was alone, and she couldn't take it. No guards were around her. The silence overwhelmed her.

She ran back to the entrance. Breathing heavily once more, she told them in a rasp voice, "I found no guards up ahead. It seems safe to actually escape this Hell hole." She watched as Chris devoured the guard. She took her stand next to Sammie. She spoke no words, but watched as Chris still ate the guard completely.

Chris now began on the ribcage fully aware that the two girls watched him feed. Using his bottom teeth to peel off the overlaying muscle tissue Chris got to the bones he wanted. Hitting them with the blunt of his knife he broke the bone. Taking out the bone he began to gnaw on it, like a dog he clutched it fiercely in his jaw and wouldn't release it.

Turning back to the others, "Are we going yet?" he finally asked, as if what he'd done was perfectly normal. He counted who was there, Him, Sam, Zane-and is other two personalities-, Cole and Syn. "Five eh," Chris said once again in a tone nobody else could hear. "I wonder who it was that opened the doors anyways.." He pondered as he walked towards the exit and gazed outside. "It's safe." he said reassuring the others.

I watch as the others walk out. Chris kills the guards and they say its safe. Straight ahead of us was the wall. I take out the dynamite and the flare holding them in my left hand, The Uzi in my right. "Follow me. We get the fuck outta here now." I run over and place the dynamite. I light the flare and use it to light the dynamite. I back everyone up and it blows. Finally freedom is in my grasp. "Lets go." Suddenly 15 guards rush in from the hole and with the Uzi and AK47 I shoot them all down.