The odd orbs held Obie's fear in place.

She wasn't completely sure what was going to happen next. But through the shaking and fear, Obie was absolutely positive for the first time hearing from a vamp, it told her to "shh."

In the few seconds the door opened, the infected crawled backwards on the wall in an inhuman speed. His black, scorched chest aimed towards Obie, wriggling up the ceiling and using his scary eyes to freeze the girl.

"Look at what we have here."

Obie was iced out. Shocked. Appalled. Frozen. Stunned.

She was staring into the ceiling. The vamp was invisible in the shadows, because the mysterious moonlight from the outside flowed into the room and failed to reach the closet fully. The light cut off half way, exposing Obie yet hiding the vamp. But the darkness had no bearing over the visibility of the infected's vice.

It was till Obie was gripped up to her feet she realized the vampire was no longer in view. For a quick a second, a guy in a terrible cut fauxhawk hairdo, braided down in a mini pony tail down his collar bone like a scorpion's tail blocked Obie's sight. Anxiously, she tried to look back into the closet because the vamp was still in there. The buff man gripped her chin in his smelly hand and forced her attention back on him. His droopy brown eyes were looking to intimidate Obie with his heavily scarred skin and freakishly non existent eyebrows. Nothing can compare to the infected.

"What's your name, little girl?"

She was continuing to shiver dreadfully.

"Hellooo?"

"Fuck is wrong with her?" a man came around and waved his hand in her face.

"She's all blank and shit," Scorpion tail glared.

"I don't know. She might be retarded or something."

"She looks fine to me,"

"Sometimes retarded features don't show. She can be retarded on the inside."

The woman's voice spoke from behind. "You are the one that sounds slow."

Obie was expecting the vampire to come out any second and kill them all. Hell, he'll do her a favor if he killed them first, so she and Burrito can bolt out of here.

Wait, Burrito.

Abruptly, Obie attempted to scramble out the scary man's hold. Burrito was in the closet with a monster. The infected could easily snap her neck, drain the blood from her body in desperation for a meal.

Frightened by the possibility, Obie was desperate to escape his arms with harsher defense. She forced her body onto his while lifting her left knee cap to smash into his groin.

He leaned forward, holding onto his dick. "Fuck!"

One of his hands released Obie's upper arm. She grabbed the other one and curled the unavailable hand to the same hand that steeled the same arm. Obie proceeded to duck under his limb, twisting the arm back as she freed herself.

The heel of her foot was going to make contact with his back until Obie was reminded Scorpion tail wasn't the one enemy in the room she had to face. The previous guy who claimed she was retarded was watching in amusement as the small girl defeated their boss in one simple motion. It was a story to tell to their tribe.

He grabbed the back of her hair sharply, dragging Obie to the ground as her buttocks hit the tiled floor toughly. Her shoulder cracked painlessness, nonetheless bruised by the skin because she landed on it.

The woman tended to Scorpion tail, who was breathing through his pain.

While on the other side of the room, her new assailant dragged Obie across the ground. The little hairs popped out of her scalp, because spitefully, he laughed as he jerked his hold on her hair, the more she kicked and scream. Her nails dug into his skin, ripping the layer and spilling blood.

He screamed, freeing Obie.

She thought she was off the hook. However, his hand came down on her cheek hard enough to roll Obie's entire body, 360. He, then, tried to grip on her sleeve because though the pain was blinding, she was fighting to get away from him.

Accidently, drinking the iron coated liquid burst from her inner lip, Obie threw her foot back into his face twice as the jerk tried to grab a hold. The man flew back into the wall, adrenaline and impact running him down the ground.

Quickly, Obie began to crawl on to her feet, towards the closet for her friend. Scorpion tail tackled Obie from behind. They both dropped, but she suffered worse as she was on the bottom end of the assault. She threw her head back, smashing the soft nose inwardly by force.

"Fucking bitch." He groaned while jabbing Obie on the side of her ribs.

The hit pushed Obie's fight out of her. She opened her mouth wide, croaking due to the air rushing out of her body from the blow. The stinging spread throughout Obie's side, while accepting unwelcoming shivers throughout her skin. In defeat, her head dug into the floor and rolled around in great agony.

"You ain't getting away this time."

She heard Scorpion tail shuffle with his belt as one of his hands steeled her wrist on her lower back. His bottom sitting above her own and her legs were immobile.

The woman said. "I know you're not doing what I think you're doing!"

"Shut the fuck up, Ann!" After he yelled, he lowered his lips down on her ear and said "I'm going teach your ass a lesson."

Just as she widened her eyes, the cool leather wrapped around Obie's neck and tightened.

She gasped out loud. Immediately, her digits fought to enter the space between her neck and the belt, though the tightness refused their entry. He pulled the belt through the buckle fully and used his other hand to hold down the metal clasp against the back of her neck. Using the base to control her movement, he slammed her forehead against the floor four times in a row.

Her yells became groans as it happened. The clearness of her eyes hazing over by blurriness while the spit ran down her chin.

"Rover?" The woman, Ann, whispered.

Obie was losing strength. Her head fell limply.

"Rover!"

"What!" He screamed back.

"T-t-there's-"

Her eyelids were too heavy to hold up.

"There's fucking what?"

The temperature in the room dropped to a 0. Their breaths showing as bluntly as a cigarette smoke on a regular New York City cool evening. Rover released the strangulation on account of the soft hiss that haunted the room from the dark closet two feet beside him.

"Rover, let's go." She whispered in fear.

Obie was in the midst of passing out and reality. She could sense the aura in the room shift into an uncomfortable, frightening tune because the temperature was a certain cold felt when an army of the infected was passing as one. The coolness counteracted against the will to faint.

She was wide awake. Every figure in the room was split into two. Her breathing rhythm was trying to go on its normal path, but she was coughing up a storm. The weight from his body lifted off her back.

As if it was an automatic response, she rolled on her flat back and absorbed the unrestricted air into her lungs then exhaled out. The blood trickled onto her cheeks from the deep wound on her forehead.

"Rover!" the woman whispered, lifting their other passed out companion and used the wall for support. "Lets go."

Rover was staring into the closet, hovering over Obie. An eerie hush sound circled around the room, originating from the closet. It was like inhaling and exhaling for longer durations with heavy sharp sounds at the end. The pitch blackness made it impossible to observe anything within the closet. However, Scorpion Tail had his hand on his hip, prepared to pull out his pistol.

There was shuffling.

Burrito ran out.

Rover pulled out his gun and began firing at the small animal, who hid under the bed.

"What the hell, Rover!" The woman exclaimed. "You gonna attract some Suckers."

"Its just some damn rat-"

Suddenly, Rover's body glided in mid air and slammed against the threshold of the closet. He was lying perpendicular to the door as his feet stretched out towards the right side and his hands stretched out across to the closet's left side.

"Rover?" The woman's voice wobbled at awe.

He was whimpering, face first on the wall.

"Jeff, wake up." She heard her say. "Jeff-"

Abruptly, Rover screamed as his upper body was snapped backwards into the back of his legs; his spine cracking haunted the room. His marred figure dropped, rolling towards Obie's bruised body. The eyes on the older man was wide and blinking in Obie's face, signaling though his legs were backwards over his shoulder, he was alive.

Obie tried her best to move away. She was too shocked and damaged to scream.

The woman bawled as she dropped her friend to the ground.

"Damn, Ann. What you doing?" Jeff answered tirelessly.

She ran towards the door, then it magically shut in her face. The door knob jiggled from her constant attempt. Their womanly friend started to scream "Help! Help!"

Next, she resorted to speaking into a communication device. "Red to blue, is anybody there?! Hello! Help us! Please! A sucker is in the room!...Jeff, get the fuck up!...Hello?!"

Jeff was incoherent. He rubbed the temple Obie struck twice at. "Huh."

Obie was done listening to them scramble, because she was no longer backing up from the distorted human. The vampire's fingers, one by one, left the closet's border and out the shadows. The burnt pencil thin claws scrapped lines in the marble ground as the vamp slid its body across the tile, exposing his toasted figure and bleeding body.

It altered its direction sharply her way. His neck snapped to the side, observing the injured neck and forehead.

She was moving backwards again, slowly. The turtle pace was due to the nausea overcoming her mind that wanted her to faint successfully. If she was coherent, Obie would of ran her tail under the bed behind Burrito within five seconds.

"Help!"

Little holes on his face flared as the scary eyes stoned themselves upon the panicked woman and oblivious man.

The vamp growled for the other two to hear.

Ann swung around, pressed her head against the door and cried. "Oh my God!"

Weakly, Obie collapsed on the ground in purgatory between sleep and woke. She tried to stay awake. She wanted to Burrito to run and hide like every other animal. However, the animal crawled to her and lovingly, tucked her head into Obie's neck. Little tears fell realizing B wasn't leaving her. The infected was going to kill them both now.

Jeff paid attention finally. "Shit!"

He committed to the same mistake his ponytail friend made by pulling out his gun on the infected. In superhuman speed, the vampire crawled on the floor before the bullet could release; its exposed boney elbows stuck out in the air as it moved. Then, it straightened up fully to Jeff's height and buried his sharp canines into his neck.

Jeff cried out in agony.

The vampire dug his claws into the bite mark, breaking into the skin and ripped Jeff's head off his body.

Ann was hysterically crying, sliding on the ground.

The infected dropped the head on the floor, allowing it to roll with gravity.

"P-please d-d-don't k-k-kill m-m-e,"

The blood on Obie's face was spilling over from her forehead. She willed her lips to open and speak, but then the vampire was already forcefully tilting Ann's head to the side and bit her.

Ann yelled aloud.

He held her against him as she struggled to pry. She could hear the loud gulps taken from the woman's blood system. Ann held eye contact with Obie while entering another world.

A far better one, Obie thought and wanted to tell her.

She leaned into Burrito, closing her eyes. She was fainting anyhow.

It was better to avoid the sight while she waited for their deaths.