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  • (screaming)

  • (ominous music)

  • - [Woman] How long had it been?

  • It was hard to tell since the change had taken place.

  • (ominous screeching)

  • Maybe it was still taking place.

  • I didn't know.

  • My thoughts were strange, my cravings stranger.

  • He wasn't exactly prince Charming, 33.

  • I know that wasn't his name, but it was the only

  • defining name I could give him from the torn badge

  • sewn on what looked like a hospital patient's clothes.

  • 33 looked like a science experiment.

  • Syringes half filled with some sort

  • of green elixir stood out all over him.

  • But he never made any attempt to remove them.

  • His muscles pulsed out of line

  • like an elephant hand and his eyes were a bloodshot

  • universe that had seen it all

  • but still lead you into total darkness.

  • Half his face was mangled in some horrible way,

  • almost melted off it seemed.

  • But none of that mattered, not to me.

  • I'm sure I'm no prize myself, whoever I might be.

  • We'd wandered the woods at the bayou for days,

  • surviving on small swamp creatures.

  • I wasn't as decent a hunter as him.

  • My skills were sharpening though.

  • My senses growing stronger with each passing day.

  • We don't talk.

  • I seemed to be losing the ability to speak each day.

  • I've never heard him say a word but somehow

  • we both knew what each other was thinking.

  • We're connected on some deeper level,

  • We can see each others memories.

  • We can even feel each others pain.

  • We had become one.

  • I don't remember how we met.

  • I've even forgotten my name.

  • Everything is so fuzzy when I think back.

  • Each thought I had one day is gone by the next.

  • An empty space left to fill.

  • Only to be filled by hunger, never ending god awful hunger.

  • But 33 wasn't lead by hunger.

  • There was more to his journey.

  • We weren't just wandering the swamp land for food.

  • No, he had a direction.

  • I was piecing it together in our shared thoughts.

  • I would get these flasheds of images.

  • A place like a hospital or maybe a lab.

  • A sign I couldn't make out.

  • Doctors, nurses, the chair.

  • 33 sitting there strapped in against his will

  • as a doctor shoved the needle in his arm

  • against his will pushing in some awful liquid.

  • 33 wasn't always like this.

  • They made him into this.

  • I could see his arm distort as the muscles

  • broke through his skin, his face dissolving

  • like acid had been poured across it.

  • Screaming, so much screaming as his body morphed

  • into the monster he is now.

  • It was torture.

  • But the doctors didn't expect the results they got

  • as my companion was able to free one of his arms.

  • He then reached over and grabbed a handful of the nearby

  • syringes and shoved them into his shoulder.

  • I could never quite tell if he did it to kill himself

  • or to free himself.

  • For whatever reason, it didn't matter now.

  • He was able to tear through the straps of the chair

  • and just as easily tore through the doctors and a nurse.

  • It was a massacre.

  • They brought it on themselves.

  • The things they did to him.

  • They deserved so much worse.

  • He tried to leave and they sent men with guns after him.

  • They hunted my 33.

  • My poor 33.

  • Everyday and night these images would haunt our minds.

  • His memories were like nightmares.

  • They were so powerful they would wake me in my sleep

  • and I would have to wake him to stop them.

  • But he needed to return.

  • And with each day, we were getting closer.

  • But until then, food was what was important.

  • Luckily, it was in front of us.

  • They were in front of us.

  • A couple, a man and woman, food.

  • This is what food is to me now.

  • I struggled against my urges,

  • swallowed back every desire in it, every feeling I felt.

  • They had no idea the danger that surrounded them

  • in their cozy campfire.

  • The hunger that laid just in the shadows.

  • 33 sensed my terror at me realizing what I craved most.

  • What would satisfy this never ending pit in my stomach,

  • was human flesh, human blood, human bones.

  • I was disgusted with myself.

  • I turned around to run away.

  • My foot stepped on a branch, breaking it into an echo

  • across the woods and alerting the prey to our location.

  • Before they could turn their heads in our direction,

  • 33 was on them.

  • It was a sight to see.

  • He was swift and brutish all at the same time.

  • He went for the man first,

  • always go for the bigger game first.

  • They're worth wasting the strength on.

  • I learnt that from my partner.

  • The man put up a decent struggle.

  • He tried to hold him back with strength alone.

  • He told the woman to run

  • but she was paralyzed with fear.

  • As the man struggled with my companion,

  • it seemed he was getting the advantage over him.

  • 33 pulled a free hand away to one of the syringes

  • in his arm and pressed down the vial fluid

  • into his shoulder.

  • What happened next, was simply incredible.

  • 33 had taken ahold of the man's arm

  • and nearly torn it entirely off in one pull.

  • (blood gushing violently and man screaming)

  • It hung off him like a tattered sleave of a knit shirt.

  • A couple strips of flesh barely hanging on.

  • The man screamed in a way I have never heard

  • anything scream before.

  • But he still had some kick left.

  • He swung his remaining fist at 33 only to lose his balance

  • and head straight into the campfire.

  • (man screaming)

  • 33 was on him.

  • Rubbing his face into the burning flames.

  • He took an empty syringe from his shoulder

  • and slowly stabbed the man through the ear canal.

  • (blood gushing violently)

  • He was not quick.

  • You could count the seconds go by

  • watching the needle disappear.

  • His eyes rolling back in his sockets

  • as it penetrated his brain.

  • (blood gushing violently)

  • I was entranced by it all, watching him

  • scream horrifying pain.

  • All I could do was lick my lips in anticipation

  • for the dinner that would be him.

  • I couldn't believe my thoughts anymore.

  • What had happened to me?

  • Before my thoughts could grow, she struck.

  • I had been so focused on watching the man

  • being torn apart, I forgot all about the woman.

  • While my companion cooked the man's face,

  • she had found an ax and laid it into my partner's back,

  • nearly taking his entire shoulder with it.

  • (blood gushing violently)

  • It's hard to recall exactly what happened next.

  • I remember 33 moaning in pain

  • and then feeling for once, my own rage build.

  • (heart beating quickly)

  • My heart beating so loud, I felt it would burst.

  • And before I knew it, I was on her.

  • (blood gushing violently) I only recall flashes

  • of us fighting.

  • Teeth breaking, nails tearing into flesh,

  • blood everywhere I could see.

  • I could taste.

  • I couldn't tell if this was rage, hunger

  • or all of the above.

  • Whatever power she used to wield that ax,

  • she was now putting on me.

  • (blood gushing violently) I bit into her neck violently,

  • tearing a piece of flesh away.

  • I swallowed it whole and the taste of it

  • filled me with such passion.

  • Such strength.

  • I wanted more.

  • So much more.

  • I was tired of playing with my food.

  • I grabbed the woman by her hair.

  • She bleeded out so nonsense words.

  • I couldn't understand anymore.

  • Probably some form of begging.

  • I found a nearby dead tree with a pointed branch

  • sticking to the heavens.

  • I forced her over to it.

  • She could tell what was coming.

  • She had the face of someone who knows they're going to die.

  • She placed her arms in front of her against the log

  • to hold me back from pushing that branch through her skull.

  • But I wanted it more.

  • (blood gushing violently) Centimeter, by centimeter,

  • I got her to that branch until it finally pierced

  • the first layer of her eyeball.

  • And then slowly sunk all the way back to her brain

  • and out the other side. (blood gushing violently)

  • It was mouth-watering watching it all

  • spill out the other end.

  • The little bits of brain matter

  • smeared across the skull fragments.

  • It was euphoric to witness the meal in front of me.

  • It was all I could do to tear myself away

  • from my food to make sure my partner was okay.

  • I ran over to 33 as he laid across

  • the now dead man in the flames.

  • I pulled him from the fire.

  • I finally for once had the strength to lift him.

  • It had to be the meat I tore from her neck.

  • I realized what he needed, flesh.

  • I reached my hands into the burning man's side

  • and was able to tear a pound of flesh from him,

  • exposing all the beauty of his insides

  • to the woods and my eyes.

  • I fed the meat to my injured companion.

  • I could feel him and our connection getting better

  • with each bite.

  • He was becoming whole again.

  • He took the flesh and handed some to me.

  • We shared it.

  • I took a large bite.

  • Blood spilled from my stained lips.

  • He wiped it away, it was oddly sweet.

  • In the moment of our bliss and my full belly,

  • I noticed 33 locked onto something

  • in the flames of the fire,

  • something that gave him great trouble.

  • He was staring at a badge on the man's shirt.

  • It read Bixby National Labs.

  • I looked to the woman's lifeless body

  • and saw that she worse the same badge on her shirt.

  • Suddenly, a violent flash hit me.

  • I saw the sign I couldn't make out from my partner's memory,

  • it read the same, Bixby National Labs.

  • We were getting closer.

  • 33 grew quiet and stopped eating his food.

  • Out of nowhere, he let out a deafening howl

  • full of so much sadness.

  • It filled the woods around us.

  • I'd never heard such agony in a voice before.

  • Just as the echo of his howl died, we heard a rustling.

  • We were being watched.

  • We went into our hunters modes, on all fours,

  • eyes locking in on the sound.

  • I could smell it in the darkness.

  • It was familiar.

  • I heard it take off and we were after it.

  • (footsteps running swiftly) It was agile.

  • Sprinting quickly between the trees.

  • But it was not