Abduction, that was the word, alright. They had been abducted. Ellie could feel something heavy on her skin, almost as if she could feel them watching her. She had been taken away from the others, and now sat on some hard chair. The giant headed men had placed some sort of sensors on her forehead, they felt like little sucking mouths on her skin.

Fuck off, she thought, mother fucking giant headed shit eating monsters. She hoped they could hear her. Her thoughts, since that’s how they communicated. And then they pressed a button, and her eyes blurred and her head filled with a pain she had never felt before. She remembered the tears rolling down her cheeks, and then blackness.

She awoke in her bed, or not really her bed. It was the bed in the room she remembered. Where was she? She stood up and bumped her head on the low ceiling. The low muttering came from outside the darkened room. She found the door and pushed it open. But instead of just walking it out, she was sucked out. And then she was falling. She closed her eyes tight waiting for the ground, but nothing. Just the feeling of falling, and she opened her eyes.

“About time you joined us,” Robbie said as he swam around the air.

Her eyes looked around seeing who else was falling in this endless room. “Rich?”

“Behind you,” he said close enough.

“You fell for it too huh?” Trace said as she just stood their in the air.

“We are falling aren’t we?” she asked.

“I think so,” Trace said.

“But where is the ground?” Robbie wondered mostly to himself. “How did we end up in a bottomless pit?”

“There’s only one bottomless pit, and it does have a bottom after a while,” Ellie said.

“You’re talking about,” Rich said.

“I’m dreaming that’s all,” Trace said.

The area got bright and the all squinted. And then they were heavy again, but the light got brighter, enough to feel as if they were to close to the sun, baking their skin. And then the light was gone, as if switched off.

Robbie opened his eyes. He opened his eyes to see a slinky moving slowly by itself in front of his face. He sat up, and rubbed his head. He had been drinking with the gang; it started with a few beers and escalated into other harder stuff. And then he was here. But where? He stood up in the small space. The walls almost surrounded him. He walked out of the opening, and he walked for a bit before a wall stopped him, and there was another way to go. He finally understood he was in some kind of maze. He walked around a blind corner and ran into Ellie.

“I thought I was in here alone,” he said after a bit.

She looked at him, and then her face started to peel, and he caught the sight of something else in her body. He took a step back as her body started to break open like a cocoon. Giant brown wings unfurled as the two pieces of Ellie’s body fell to the ground. The wings were a span of four to five feet on each side. The brown hairy body was supported by thin legs. Giant black alien eyes stared at him. He moved back from the giant moth, but it came closer to him. He could feel the air move around him as the wings fluttered. It opened its way to human mouth, showing very sharp alien teeth. His back hit a wall. He turned, heart racing, panic seized him as he saw no place to go. He turned back to the giant moth just as its too human mouth but alien sharp teeth bit down on the front of his face. The thing ripped the front of Robbie’s face off eating it. It made a weird buzzing, and its mouth opened wider closing it over Robbie’s head. Taking it clean off his shoulders leaving just a bit of the spinal cord showing, as his red blood soaked his shirt.

It was the hunger that brought Trace to the empty lake. Where was the water? She had heard water, hadn’t she? She looked around the dry lake, and walked over to the plaque before the bridge. She had never seen this place before. Where was she? Her stomach growled. She looked down at the writing, but her mind could barely comprehend what her eyes were seeing. Something about this place being built by the hands of the men who had found this place.

“But what place?” She asked out loud. Something shiny on the bridge caught her attention and she walked to it. She looked down at the watch, and picked it up. It seemed broken. And then the hands started to move, but counter clockwise. She watched it as the hands spun faster, and then the glass face cracked she dropped walking away from the thing.

What had they been doing? Drinking. Yeah, and then the game. What game? It was all a blur. But they had started a game. Some kind of game, and every time she thought of it she couldn’t remember what kind of game.

It was there that she saw the bag of food on the picnic table. She ran to it and started looking through it. She grabbed out some rolls, and they turned to dust in her hands. “What?” She then took out an apple, which rot in the span of five seconds, until it was nothing but black goo. She tossed it to the ground with a small horrific ugh. And then at the bottom of the bag was a can. It had no label. But She didn’t seem to care. She was so hungry. She shook it, and there was something in it. She looked at the bottom of the bag for something to open it, nothing. She looked around the table nothing.

“FUCK!” she said. “What the fuck is happening? This ain’t fair!”

She grabbed a big rock beside the table and started to pound the can. But it felt as if the can was made of rubber. The rock just bounced off of it. This wasn’t fair. Frustrated she tossed the can at the tree. A giant owl the six of a pit bull hooted and flew out of the tree. She stared eyes wide.

“Where the fuck am I?” she asked in a small voice. The can started to release a black smoke. It started off slow and grey until it started to come out thick and black. Then came voices. She tilted her head. A shape started to come out of the smoke, and she felt a bit of relief seeing Rich.

“Oh thank god, Rich, where the fuck are we?” But relief started to vanish as she saw his dead eyes. She took a step back, but hands grabbed her from behind. She turned to see Robbie. His eyes dark and dead too. His head cut almost all the way off. She heard another moan, as Ellie came limping towards here. Ellie had a giant gash running down her face. She looked back at Rich, and noticed a giant hole in his chest.

By the time the shock of seeing her friends as zombies started to wear off it was too late. Their hands were grabbing her. And she had no time to take in a breath to scream as Rich’s mouth ripped out her throat. She could feel her blood flow down her chest, as she tried to breath. Robbie’s mouth was working on the back of her neck as Ellie had taken out a piece of her shoulder. Her body felt heavy, and then she felt hands rip into her midsection as blackness took over her.

Rich awoke from the dream. Heart racing. Zombies and Robbie. Why was Robbie in his dream. He turned to see Ellie still asleep, soundless. He got up, and walked to the bathroom. He opened the door, and the scent of pine hit him. He flicked on the light and he was all the sudden outside in the woods. Looked behind him and there was no door. What the fuck?

And then he remembered the game. They had all been part of a virtual reality testing. And so far he hadn’t met any of the others. But he has just seen Ellie. Or had he. He walked, trying to remember how to get out of the game. His bare foot sunk into something warm and moist. He looked down, and saw he was standing in the dead body of a deer. It had been torn apart pretty good. He pulled his foot out with a sickening plop.

Then he remembered. Something had been wrong every since they had all jacked in. He then felt something watching him. He turned around in a circle scanning the trees and bushes. He saw nothing, but he heard nothing either. No birds, no noises. And then he heard a twig snap. And a naked body walked from the bushes.

“Ellie, where,” but he stopped as he really saw her.

Her curly hair was matted and small twigs and leaves were intertwined within it. Her body was caked with mud. She squatted, and looked at him. Her hands flat on the ground. She raised her head and smelt the air. Her eyes looking at him sharply, as if imagining something or seeing something. He took a step towards her, and a thick growl escaped her throat. Something so inhuman so not her.

“Ellie?” he said putting out his hands and taking another step.

Another thick growl came from her, this one longer. He was getting ready to take another step, but she was moving. It was a swift liquid movement. And she ran into him, knocking him on his back. It felt as if he had gotten hit by a car. And when he could breath again he focused up at her. She had pinned him to the ground.

Her nose sniffed over his chest reminding him of a dog. She ran her hands over his skin, and then they spasmed and she dug in her nails. But they felt longer then they should be. She arched her back and through her head back, and to his horror she let out a loud ear shattering growl. He watched in pain as her face stretched and grew. Her skin split covering him in a clear warm liquid. Fear filled him as he looked up at the werewolf. It looked down at him with its animal eyes and without hesitation bit into him, pulling out a piece off reddish tan meat. He screamed as the sharp teeth ate into him. The claws turning his arms into ground beef as the hairy body moved away from the twitching prey and started in on the stomach. The claws sunk into his throat ripping it up just like the dead deer.

******

The men watched Ellie as Rich flat-lined. “Did you expect her to be so easy to control?”

“Her mind snapped, but she still thinks it’s a game.”

They watched her, and she moved her head just a bit. “Spork,” she said in a dreamlike voice.

“Sork?”

“Spork,” the man corrected.

“She is a great study.”

“Shall we hook her up with more?”

“Yes, the other case.”

“He’s a bit dangerous.”

“She just killed her friends.”

“You have a point.”