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Experiment - Part 1

April woke to a cold room, on a soft yet frigid surface. She was confused and in pain. Her mind was abuzz, doing its best to comprehend the situation. Fighting to get her eyes open, she observed the harsh lights being reflected by the steel walls of the room. She was on a small bed that was just her size, with medical equipment surrounding her. None of it was connected to her though. Perhaps that was why she had awoken from the state she was in. But if that were the case, then where were the doctors? she wondered. If she was in a hospital, and in the condition that required all the IV's and defibrillators, then obviously there should be doctors flying around her. But instead, the room was silent as death.

It was a struggle, but she managed to move one of her sore arms. But only an inch or so; the soreness that encumbered her was too great to fight. But she continued to attempt to force movement, even after her arm went limp once again. Face scrunched and teeth barred, she tried vigorously. To no avail, she pushed. Dammit! she thought, what the hell is going on? The huffing girl gave up. It was such a strain to move; she was practically petrified. She could do no more than stare up at the bright surgical light that was hanging over her.

Eventually she began thinking. She had no recollection of her origin, where she was, how she got here, or why. But to end up in such an odd place, she knew there had to be a reason. She could remember nothing however. Her memory was a blank slate. She knew nothing about her situation, and almost nothing about who she was. Her eyes closed, but the surgical light shone through. In the dimmer light, she dug deep and began recalling anything she could. She stared with what she knew: she was a fox, aged into her twenties, and she was in a hospital. With that information, she built scenarios to help find out what happened. She started with the obvious choice - a coma. She could've been hit by a car, or maybe fell off a high place. But it didn't feel right. So she pondered more situations. She was in her twenties, so maybe she was on a drinking binge. That would explain the memory loss. But she didn't feel like a drinker. And she had no hangover, so she moved on.

Or she would if she could think of anything else. If it wasn't a coma, or drinking, then what was it? There was nothing else that could get her in this bad of a situation, so she resided to those two options. Maybe she was drinking, then fell off a high place and dropped into a coma. There was no way to tell without the doctors. Frustrated, she twitched. She could feel blood rushing to her limbs; this was good. She would be able to move soon. A sigh of relief escaped her icy lips as she felt the warmth rushing back to her.

The tingling was painful. It wasn't as normal tingling was when a foot fell asleep - it was painful, like millions of knifes plunging into her whole body. With what little control of her body she had gained back, she gripped the sheets with her first four fingers on her paw; her thumb was still numb. Her lip trembled through the pain, and her breaths were short and quick. Her heart was beating fast as ever, doing its best to get the blood back to her body. In the end, however, it would be worth it. She could get out of the freezing room and find some help. Surely the nurses could help her understand the situation. And all she had to do was get out of the damn bed.

More stings in her foot pierced her thoughts. She could now barely move her legs in simple motions: her left leg could go left, and her right went right. Her arms were gaining the same ability, and she was taking full advantage of it. With a bit of strain, she moved her arms aimlessly in hopes that the blood flow would pick up. It wouldn't help though; her heart seemed to be beating as fast as it could. She began to get lightheaded, partly from the strain of moving, but more from the blood rush that was shooting up to her brain. It was a rather intense experience.

As the tingling left her arms and legs, and migrated down to her hands and feet, she squirmed. Now, with the ability to move her body, she slowly, limply pushed herself into an upright position. It was slow and harsh, but she did it. Her heart reaching a failing point, she was huffing. It was so hard to even sit up. But she had done it, so there was hope in her flailing heart that she could make it elsewhere. But her heavy panting would slow her down for now. Instead of trying to stand, she sat and watched the steam come from her breath. The room must've had a heating malfunction.

It was now that she had a good look around the room. She had already noticed the steel walls and bright lights, but she did not notice the tables of bloody surgical equipment. There were scalpels, tubing, and much more. And most of it was covered in dried blood. She searched her body for marks or wounds, and only found one or two areas with stitches. Her auburn fur was smooth and clean.

Oddly relieved, she went back to examining the room. She paid attention to the lack of windows. She must have been sent deep into the hospital. Her injury was worse than she thought. A bit scared, she slung her legs over the bed, and saw the blood in the sink. In fact, the whole counter was bloody. But for some reason, it was all dried. She was confused. It's dry, she thought, shouldn't they have cleaned it when it was still wet? She couldn't figure any of this out. Still looking around, the last interesting thing she noticed, other than the large door that led out of the room, was a small red button with writing above it. She squinted to read it. It read: Reroute Power. Huh, she thought, weird.

Now, the pain had stopped. She had full feeling in her paws and feet, and her tail was gaining it quickly. Her ears could move, and her lips were functioning well, as proven with a smile. She was happy to be alive. With all the blood, she was sure the doctors were fighting to keep her going. So it was nice to see that she had made it. A smile and a yawn, she attempted to stand. Her feet touched the freezing floor, and an unpleasant sensation of burning cold whipped through her. She recoiled, and stayed on the bed. Surely her belongings were somewhere. She couldn't have just the white hospital gown she was in.

Another quick look around the room revealed nothing to her use, but there was a small metallic door in the corner of the room. Perhaps it was a closet. There's gotta be something in there, she thought. So, sucking up the cold, she fell back to the floor, and stood. She was very weak, wobbling as she gripped the bed. Had she forgotten how to stand? This was strange. But strange or not, she needed to get to that door. She shoved off from the bed, and tumbled over to the bloody sink. She gripped it as though her life depended on it.

One more shove, and she stumbled over to the wall with the small door. She leaned on it, using it for support, cold though it was. In freezing pain, she wobbled to the door. It was a strange looking thing, she found. It was rather tall, and seemed to have no visible handle. She searched the wall for a button to open it, as she knew electric doors were increasingly popular. Though what she found was not a button; instead, it was a key pad. And while that was an obstacle, the bigger problem was that it was off. Even if she knew the code, she could not escape the freezing mess she was in.

Turning around after banging on the pad, she found the main exit to the room. It was a large, rectangular door, with the same unfortunate mechanism as the one she found herself banging on. She spun back to the closet door in frustration. There has to be a way to open this thing, she screamed in her head. Examining the keypad closely, she found no way to fix the problem. Her fist clenched, she began banging on it again. "Damn damn damn!" she cursed at the lock.

It was no use. Her weak legs gave out, and she slid down the wall, grinding her muzzle against it. It was a painful way to go down, leaving a bruise on her face as she hit the floor. And though the pain was bad, she cared not for anything but finding a way out of her claustrophobic situation. Rolling over, and laying on her back, she looked up at the keypad and noticed that there was another way out.

A small slot was underneath the box; it looked perfect for a card of some sort. This lifted her fleeting spirits quickly. With a sore arm, she pushed on the wall for support. It was hard to force her legs back into action - they wanted to stay down - but she had determination. Her other arm pressed higher than the first, and she began climbing. One step at a time, she slowly pushed herself back to her feet. At the top of her climb, her heart was racing again, and her breath was as heavy as cinder. Her paws were freezing as well. She brought them close to her muzzle, and breathed hot air onto them. Her tail, which was just now getting full feeling, was limp. She had no control of it, but she could feel. With a freezing paw, she grabbed it and got it off the cold wall. She would need to keep it close to her for fear of frostbite.

Now that she was holding her tail, she only had one paw. With it, she shoved off, and tripped onto the sink counter. The dry blood crumbled beneath her paw. She gave a look of disgust and wiped it off onto the wall, then began searching for a card. She scanned the counter, and found nothing but blood. So, she weakly stumbled over to the medical tray on the opposite side of the room, using the wall as support again. She almost fell as she grazed the main door, but survived. As she approached this bloody area, she saw no card either, only blood and equipment. She growled in annoyance.

A glimmer caught her eye. There was a small tray, also bloody, resting beside her bed. On it she saw a few knives, tubes, IV cases, and most importantly, a flat piece of plastic. Her eyes widened with excitement. She pushed off the table, and wobbly ran to the tray. Picking the card up, she saw it was exactly what she needed.

There was a picture of an otter on it. It read underneath: Dr. Jones, medical PhD student, All-Access Medical Pass.

She let out a small cry of joy. Rushing as best she could to the small closet, she stuck the card right in the slot. Nothing happened. Damn! she thought, it's still off! Searching around the room for an answer, she found nothing more than the small red button she had found earlier. Maybe, just maybe, that was the answer. The button was just above the sink, which was convenient for her. She wobbled to the counter, and pushed her way to the sink and came face to face with the tiny button. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath to calm down. Her stomach was tying knots. And, with a shaking hand, she pushed the button.

Instantly, all the lights in the room went out. It was pitch black, other than a new light that was being emitted from the keypad. On the small display above the keys, it read: Denied. She looked down in her hand at the card, and smiled.

In a hard shove, she worked her way back to the keypad. She fell onto the wall, and gripped the pad for support. But she noticed something. When she rerouted the power to the keypad, she had shut off whatever climate control there was. The wall was much colder, and the power had only been off for a few seconds. This was bad. She needed to get in that closed as soon as she could. Decisive and fierce, she shoved the card as far up the slot as it would go. The keypad was a fast responder, and after lagging a bit and flashing some odd signs, the word 'Declined' changed to 'Approved'. Relief washed over April like a thousand drops of rain as the door opened with a creaking noise.

But a figure fell from the closet, and landed harshly on the ground, limp as a doll. She shrieked. The closet light was on, and in it she could see that it was Doctor Jones, battered and mangled. A trail of blood followed the decaying corpse into the middle of the closet, and blood was splattered against all the walls. April was in absolute terror. Doctor Jones had been murdered!

Shrouded by horror, she crept past the body, eyes wide and full of tears, and into the closet. She felt bad for the doctor, but she needed to focus and get out of here. Tearing her eyes away from the body, she looked frantically for clothes. She found a pair of scrubs, folded up on a shelf just waiting for use. She tore off her gown, and let her naked body bounce in the cold air. Rushed, she threw on the scrubs quickly; first the pants, and then the shirt. To her relief, they were soft, so they did not irritate her breasts or vagina.

When she was fully dressed, she began searching the closet for anything else useful. In the dried blood, she found some small shots, full of a clear liquid, and a small muzzle mask. She grabbed the shots and mask just in case, and began searching elsewhere in the closet. There was a small sign, encrusted in blood, but she could make out the words: Steroid Plus Shot. Behind the sign, there was another shot of the same sort.

She grabbed it, and stumbled out of the closet with the hopes that the shots would help with that problem. She fumbled over the corpse, and back to the bed in the middle of the black room. She fell on the bed, and rested for only the slightest moment, her fear keeping her keen and alert. As she laid there, she shivered in the cold. She needed to take action, and push anything else aside. This was no time to be scared. So, with a trembling lip and tears in her eyes, she sat up and gripped one of the shots in the pocket of her scrubs. She took it out, and popped the plastic cap off of the needle. Her little emotional speech didn't help at all. She was terrified.

With a shaking hand, she found a vein in her arm, and pressed the large needle up to it. Looking away, she pushed it in, and let out a small whimper of pain. The steroid needle was huge. But she soon got it in, with loosing minimal blood too. She pushed the freezing liquid into her vein with another small whimper. She was trying to be as quiet as she could, to avoid suffering the fate of the doctor. But it was hard: the liquid was very cold, the needle was large, and she was already freezing. Relentless to herself, she pushed in the final drops of the booster, and yanked the needle out in a harsh frenzy of fear and pain. One last cry of pain, and she threw the needle at a wall, letting it shatter and fall to the floor.

She fell on her back, letting the cold steroids pulse through her arm. She wasn't bleeding too badly from the hole, so it wasn't hard to cover it with her paw as she was doing.

Lying there, motionless, she stared at the now-dark surgical light. It seemed like a multitude of eyes, staring down at her. She didn't like it. Looking away, she sighed, and tried once again to remember anything she could. But nothing came to mind. In the absence of memory, she began thinking about her situation. How long was she there? The blood was drying, and the doctor's body was decaying...And who had killed him, she wondered. But the weirdest part was that he was still here. She would think that the police would have been here already. By now, it was apparent that she was in a very bad situation.

She tried to stand again. She was still weak, but she did find that she had better control of her shaking legs. In the dark, she trembled. Turning to the main exit, she began wondering if it would be better to just stay in the room. She had no idea what was beyond that metal door, and she didn't know if she wanted to have an idea. Though, staying in here with the corpse couldn't be good either... It was too much of a decision to make under such stress. But she knew there was nothing more for her in this room. With a bit of reluctance, she worked her way to the card, and pulled it from the medical closet keypad. The door hastily shut, and the room was completely dark once again. Her guide was the 'Denied' on the main door keypad. She made her way to it, almost falling a few times.

When she got to the keypad, she did just as she had done with the closet keypad. The display flashed a green 'Approved'. In fear, she turned and watched the door as it struggled to open. It went slow, groaning and creaking its way open, and light blared in through the ever growing chasm between the two parts of the door as they parted. April squinted through the light and got a good look of the outside. It was a well-lit white hallway, with other doors like hers. But that's all she could see for now.

As the doors reached their end, she pulled the card out, and rushed out of the door before it got a chance to close on her. She tripped though, and found herself on the floor of an empty hallway. She muttered a curse as she tried to get back to her feet. The steroids were starting to kick in; she found she had more strength in her legs. This was a good sign at least. Even if there was no one to help her, she might be able to start helping herself.

When she was on her feet, she took a good look around. To the right, the hallway stretched down for a ways, then ended with some large doors that were obviously locked. The other direction held a bit more hallway, before branching in two directions. But on either side, there were doors like the one that had led to her room. The one right across the hallway from her was actually open.

She carefully made her way to it, shaking now out of fear instead of feebleness. She peered in. The room was dark, and had the layout just as hers, but there was someone in the bed, laying on his side and facing away from her. She cautiously walked into the room, barefooted and cold in her blue scrubs. "H-Hello?" she forced out. No answer. "H-Hello? Are you alright?" she asked the person. Still no answer. She put her paw on him as she approached, and rolled him onto his back.

This fox was ripped open at the stomach, and was dead as a door bolt. She stumbled back, and put her paw over her mouth to prevent a scream. Her ears flattened, and she rushed out of the room and out of sight from the gruesome corpse. What is going on? she cried in her head. None of this made any sense to her. Why was the hospital abandoned? Why were people brutally murdered? Where were the police?

She scrambled down to the next door, praying that she would find at least one survivor to tell her what happened. She shoved the card up the keypad, and the door flew open so fast it startled her. She backed away for a moment, but with a tiny bit of courage, peeped into the room. But there was no one there. The room...it was completely empty. But blood dripped everywhere, crusted and black. All except for the bed. The blood was fresh, just was it was with the other fox.

She turned, and rushed down the hallway, opening every door, and seeing every drop of fresh blood on either the corpse or the empty bed. She was horrified. What had happened?

When she reached her door, she collapsed. There was only one door, beyond her door, and she was too afraid of opening it. She had seen enough, and could go through no more. On the cold tile floor, she cried a river of fear. This could have no explanation, she thought. So many furs, violently murdered... in a hospital! This was wrong. And the fresh blood on the beds terrified her even more. She could've never woken up. She could've died without even having a chance to get away. A cry of anxiety and fear burst through her lips, even though she was struggling to keep them shut.

She knew she had to keep going. In her tears, clarity had a small breakthrough, and she fumbled to her feet. Her tail, still limp, lagged behind her. She leaned on the wall, wishing there was a way out, an easy way to escape what she had seen. In tears, she walked along the wall to the last door. It was steel and shut, just as the others, and had a number on it, also like the others. This was door 04. Hers was 05. The next was 06. But, door 01, 02, and 03 were nowhere to be seen. This did not bother her now though. She was too focused on trying to get the card in the slot with her shaking paws.

'Accepted' flashed on the screen finally, and the door creaked open as hers had. The room was lit, and through the slow moving doors, April saw that there was someone in the bed, with no blood splattered anywhere. Her eyes widened with an odd joy. "Hey!" she shouted into the room. "Hey, get up! Quick! You're in danger!" But the fur did not move.

Suddenly, the keypad fried, and the door stopped in its tracks. The mechanism sparked and groaned, but moved no further. April looked at the keypad frantically and tried to get it working again, but it was no use. The pad had fried, and melted the card. She was in dismay. She couldn't even squeeze through the door to help the poor fur. All she could do was shout.

"Hey! Please, wake up!" she screamed at the fur. The fur still did not move. "Please!"

An abrupt crashing sound bellowed through the room with the fur. April hardly contained a scream. There was something in there with her. She looked around through the doors, but saw nothing.

"Please, hurry!" she yelled at the unmoving fur.

Another crash echoed from the open closet. She could not see into it, but she knew something was there. She tried to pry the door open, but of course this did nothing but put strain on her already sore arms. As a last attempt to help, she shouted again: "Wake up!!!"

Now there was a shadow in the closet. April backed up in fear, as the limp fur continued to slumber. The shadow grew, appearing to come out of the closet with its owner. A bloody paw gripped the side of the closet, and began pulling itself out. She was horrified. Whatever it was, it was brutally mutilated. It slowly crept out of the closet, the shadow guiding it. What April saw was etched into her mind forever.

A fur - a tiger by the looks of it - came out, supported by bloody spindles. The spider-like legs protruded from the things back, and held it almost a foot off the ground. Small red tentacles came out of it everywhere, and it was bleeding from the mouth, or what was left of it. The bottom jaw had come completely off, and its tongue hung limp. Its paws where deformed, and spines were poking out of every part of the horrid thing, dripping clouded blood. It was a scene from a horror movie.

The thing looked at the sleeping fur with content in is only eye. The other eye was hanging from its socket. The thing slowly crawled on its spindles over to the fur, and without hesitation, stabbed it and began battering it. April was so horrified, that she could not even run. She watched the thing beat the fur, stab, and bite it with a mouth on its neck.

Now April knew it was time to go. She turned and ran as fast as her recovering legs let her, suppressing the urge to scream with all her willpower. She looked behind her, just in time to see a bloody arm fly out of the cracked door, and then get pulled back in. Horrified by the disgusting, murderous creature, she felt her stomach knot.

When she reached the two paths to take, she sprinted left. She didn't know what there was waiting for her, but she knew it had to be better than staying with that thing. The doors swung open, and fanned behind her as she ran down the new hallway she was in. This hallway seemed to be more maintenance than anything; the further down she went, the more pipes and valves appeared. The white paint faded around them, succumbing to the rust of the pipes.

This hallway was smaller, and ended with an elevator. She let her arm spasm on the button, any button, up or down, she didn't care. She just wanted a way out. The elevator was three floors away, according to the large display. That was too far for April. She kept glancing back, looking out for that horrible creature. It was not coming, but she refused in any aspect to lower her guard. It wasn't coming now. But it was there.

The elevator dinged. It was here, and she was leaving. She darted onto the cold box, and pressed the button farthest away from her floor as possible. And as she was on the fifth floor, she pushed twenty, unsure of where she was going but glad she was going somewhere else. The doors to the elevator screeched shut, and the car jerked off to its destination. It was obviously in a state of disrepair, and was tossing April around, mixing up her already sick stomach. And as she thought of the things she saw one last time, she vomited on the car. It was awful; with no food in her stomach, she puked straight stomach acid. She began wondering how long it had been since she had eaten.

The car made a sudden stop, on an unexpected floor. It was floor thirteen. April was terrified as to why the car had stopped. With a ding, the doors began to open. She rushed to the controls and rapidly pushed the close door button to no avail. The doors mocked her with their screeching, opening wider and wider. She ran to the back of the car, and grabbed the bloody handrail.

The doors finished their wail, but nothing came into view. Instead, she was just looking down an empty hallway. Then, a crack bellowed from the elevator shaft, and the elevator tilted. April freaked, and dashed out of the elevator. She didn't know what happened, but it couldn't have been good for the whole elevator to list like that.

As the doors started to close, the elevator's cable snapped, and just as the doors met, April saw the car go into free fall. To her horror, she was stranded.

She turned to see who - or what - had opened the door. There was no one, but in a startling sight, she found a large blood splatter next to the elevator call panel. It seemed to trail off. Looking down the hallway, she noticed the odd pattern. There were two rooms, one on the left, the other to the right, and after that there was an intersecting hallway that made a T with this one. The blood splatter led to the room on the right. In fear of her life, she quietly followed the trail. She stuck to the wall. It was warmer here than where she was; the heating must have been on.

Veering the corner, she came to face a gruesome sight at best. It was a mauled fur, beaten within an inch of his life. He was still breathing, but just barely. She bent down to help him.

"Oh my god, what happened?" she asked. He gave her a strange stare. "C'mon, tell me and I might be able to help. The fur just kept staring. He was an odd, young looking wolf, and he was in a state of disarray. He had patches of fur missing, and wounds everywhere. Blood dripped from his mouth as he continued staring blankly with large, beady eyes. That was the weirdest part about him. His eyes were grey and glossy, as though he was blind, yet he still looked directly at her. "It's alright, I'm here to help," she told the only other living fur she had found. She held her paw out to him.

But he snapped at her. She recoiled and fell, and the wolf began crawling towards her, leaving a trail of blood. It was hissing and growling, and its fur was standing on its end as though he was about to pounce. April looked around for anything she could use to deter this deranged wolf.

The room she was in seemed to be utility, with grated shelves full of tools and crates stacked high. She scrambled to a shelf, and knocked it over onto the wolf. It hissed, but kept crawling towards her. She yelped, and ran to another shelf, and hurled it at the wolf, missing by an inch. The wolf crawled over it, and kept coming. She backed up even farther in the utility room, and knocked a stack of light crates onto it. Unmoved by the motion, it continued its crawl. Now, she was scared to death. She looked around desperately in the damp room for anything to get rid of this thing.

To her surprise, there was a nail gun on the ground where she knocked over the first shelf. Looking at the wolf, and back at the gun, she charged it, and managed to pick it up unscathed. She was trembling so hard that an earthquake would be her twin. She aimed the nail gun at the wolf, and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry', before pulling the trigger. The nail flew a few inches, and fell to the ground. That wasn't supposed to happen, she thought with worry. She knew she would have to get close to the thing. Tears in her eyes, she inched closer to it, and fired again. The nail mimicked its brother. She got closer, and closer. And soon, she was right next to the bloody wolf. She pressed the nail gun up to its forehead, and, eyes clenched tight, she pulled the trigger rapidly. The gun fired a multitude of nails, then was flung from her hand, landing on the ground a few feet away. The wolf stopped crawling, and collapsed, dead.

She was horrified. She was a murderer....how would she be able to live with herself now? Knowing she had taken the life of someone? Sure, he was insane...but he was alive! He was still alive!

She was shaking hard as she picked the nail gun back up. Only about twenty minutes awake, and she had managed to kill someone. But...she had to. She kept that thought running through her head. Maybe it would keep her going for now. She gripped the nail gun, and peered back out of the utility room, and into the hallway. There was nothing, despite the commotion she had created with the banging of the shelves. It was creepy to say the least.

Now, she noticed she was still barefoot. Her mind had been off of that for greater purposes, but now she was looking for anything to ease her mind. So her feet occupied her brain. She was cold, and bloody, as she had stepped in the blood trail. Bloody foot prints tracked her as she left the room, and entered the hallway. She needed to find some shoes soon. She didn't want to get a cut and get the wolf's blood in her.

She came to the intersection, and looked both ways. One way was barricaded. The other was just a long hall. Confused, she turned and went to the barricaded area. This part of the hallway was stacked with crates and shelves and anything else that could barricade. But she saw no one behind the barricade. It was just an empty hallway. "Hello..." she quietly called out.

A loud bang and a small barrel answered her call. The barrel rolled out into the hallway from a doorway, in an eerie fashion. It rolled, and hit the wall. She backed up and watched intently.

Soon, red tentacles came out of the room, slithering on the floor. April's eyes flashed wide; she knew what this meant. Abruptly, they pulled a fur out. It was another wolf, but this one was ripped open, tentacles bulging from its stomach. It was being dragged on the ground, spewing diluted blood on the walls from its mouth. It had its eyes intact, but they were rolled back, as though it was dead. It had no legs; there were holes in what used to be its legs, where small spikes poked out. At the base of the remainder of the legs, there were two fleshy spines. The thing let out a horrible wail that reverberated through the hallway.

Two more shrieks responded. April spun around, and horror engulfed her.

An orca, normal but bloody, just as the wolf, stepped out of a room to the right. It was dressed in a strange suit, a blue and black suit that looked like it would be worn by an engineer. It was followed by a raccoon on all fours. The weird thing about the raccoon, was that it was on all fours, but its arms were large, fang-like pincers, and its tail was barbed. Both of these messed up creatures stared at April for a second. They were examining her, looking her over and preparing to strike.

She screamed, and ran back to the elevator, and turned right, into the other room. This too was a utility room, but it seemed to have an exit. A door that seemed to have been barricaded at one point was barely cluttered now. And even though it was where that thing was, she needed a way out.

So, as a last resort, she jumped the remaining clutter. The whole room she was in was littered with corpses dressed in the same suit the orca was dressed in, but the corpses were much worse off. They were all battered, some ripped open, others decapitated. She couldn't bear to look. Instead, she turned away and ran. The wolf was on the floor outside the only other door to that room. She screamed, and turned back, but the two other furs were already in the utility room. She hesitated, confused, scared. There was no perfect solution to this...

Reluctantly, she ran past the wolf, tears of fear in her eyes. It began crawling after her, but she was running full speed. She hooked a right, and slammed right into another barricade. She fell on her limp tail with a whimper of pain. But she could not sit. Looking down the hallway, she saw all three of the things charging after her. She scrambled to her feet and threw the nail gun at one of them. It did nothing, but she was in a panic.

"Hey!" she heard. It came from the other side of the barricade. She looked, and beyond the barricade was a large hallway lined with pipes.

"Hey, over here!" a fur at the end of the hall cried to her. "Run! I'll get you outta here!"

She looked back at the things charging her, and back at the fur.

"It'll be alright, just run!" he shouted.

She knew she didn't have a choice. She turned and sprinted as fast as she could. Her bloody scrubs flapped as she did her best to dash away from the three bloody furs chasing her. She ran and hooked another right, and ran into yet another barrier. But the fur was there. "Keep going!" he shouted.

And she did. She turned and ran. The whole hallway seemed to have its exits barricaded, and almost every other room to her left was simply a storage room. Though, all the storage rooms served only the purpose of storing dead bodies now. But at every barrier, the fur was with her, telling her to run. And she did just that.

But she was reaching the end of the hallway, and would have to turn right. Luckily, this way's barrier was destroyed as well. She jumped over the rubble, and dashed to the next hallway, where the fur was. It was a good run, and her little heart was at its breaking point for the second time in twenty minutes. But she made it, and turned right. But the fur was nowhere.

She was confused, but mostly scared. A bloody trail led into a room to her right. She hoped the fur was alright...

Worried, she rushed into that room. It was an electric wiring room, with multiple torn wires and bashed panels with blood splattered about them. She heard a scream from above, and saw an arm get pulled into the oblivion of an overhead vent. "No!" she screamed in pointless protest.

The fur was gone, and only his blood remained, dripping from the vent. April burst into tears. That fur could've been her way out. She fell to her knees.

But then she realized that he might still be. He dropped a pistol. The small magnum was covered in blood, but full of bullets. Quivering, she picked up the gun. She had never fired a real gun before - at least she thought she hadn't - but she would have to do her best. She scrambled to the back wall of the room, and hugged her knees, preparing to kill again. But just as before...she had to...

They were coming; she could hear them. The footsteps and scraping...it was awful. She aimed the gun at the doorway, and held her breath. This would hurt her to do. But she had to do it.

The orca was the first to stumble in. It had a blue helmet on, and its visor was splotched with blood. She was shocked that the thing could still see. She aimed at the head, and with a tear, pulled the trigger. The bulled went way off. She pulled the trigger blindly again, and missed the head, but hit it in the shoulder. It didn't care though. It just kept coming. And now, the raccoon was behind it. She was out of time. This shot needed to be perfect. She aimed one last time, and pulled the trigger. The orca's helmet filled with blood, and the body dropped. She screamed.

But now, along with the raccoon, the wolf had caught up. And they were closing in on her. She shot again, and horribly missed. And she did it again, with the same result. Now she was just firing blindly, praying that she would hit something.

And the raccoon dropped. She had actually hit it! She opened her eyes again, and felt much better. The wolf was crawling slowly. She had time to get rid of this one. She aimed well, and shot. It hit it right in the shoulder. Another shot was all that she needed to kill the beast.

Now, all three were on the floor in their own blood splatter. She had not done well at all, and the gun felt very light now. She had wasted all of her ammunition, with the exception for one or two bullets. In tears and fear, she threw the gun at the corpse of the raccoon, and huddled into herself, hugging her knees and letting the tears flow freely. She had only been awake for about thirty minutes now, and all this shit was happening. What kind of hospital was this? "Fuck this," she slurred in her sobs.

Then an idea occurred to her that crushed her. Had she died and gone to hell? She was never religious...but she never thought any of this could happen either. It was beginning to seem plausible. She was dead...she was in hell. More tears burned her eyes, and her sobs filled the now quiet room. What had she done wrong? If only she could remember! Frustrated, she softly banged on her head. All she wanted was to remember...

She sat in the room, alone and afraid. The flickering light above her, and the sound of dripping blood, only fueled her fears. She just sat, silent.

Her scrubs smelled of blood, and she reeked of fear and sweat. But in the chaos she was in, she knew she couldn't stay there. There would be more. Surely, there would be more. She pushed herself up to her feet, and looked at the corpses on the floor, the bodies that she had killed. The tentacles of the wolf were limp, and the blood on the floor was pooling out. She worked her way around it, being as careful as she could to not step in any more of the stuff. She hugged the wall, and worked her way out of the room.

In the hallway, she saw the bloody trail that was left by the three mutated furs. She was disgusted with it all. Carefully and consciously, she walked around the trail of blood, and down the hallway to where the fur had come from. She was trying to be as stealthy as possible, for fear of alerting any more freaks that were lurking in the fucked up hospital. In quiet fear, she crept down the white hallway, with pipes and panels sprawled everywhere.

Eventually, she came upon the barricaded hallway where the fur was. She now had nowhere to go. The hallway to her right was blocked, the hallway to her left opened up to more pipes, and straight ahead was a simple doorway into yet another utility room. The whole layout of the hospital was confusing. It was a messy sprawl of random hallways and rooms. Confusion pushing her, she wandered forward, and stopped at the door to the room. It seemed like it was blocked at one point, but the random pile of shelves and crates had fallen. Perhaps he had heard her scream, and come out to help. Now she felt guilty; she may be the reason he was dead.

She weakly climbed over the rubble, the soreness in her arms making one last flash of pain. She bit her lip and clenched her fists as the pain subsided. With a sigh, she finished her trek over the small mountain of debris and into the clean room. There wasn't a drop of blood to be seen. She searched the area, checking in the corners first. There was nothing in them, though on the wall one shelf still stood as the final décor the room had. On it she saw a small plethora of items: a journal; a second pistol; three ammunition clips; a small computer-like object; and four more steroid shots. She grabbed the shots and stuffed them in her pocket, then examined the rest of the objects.

The pistol was in surprisingly good condition, so she grabbed it. Shoving the three ammo clips in the same pocket as the shots, she moved on to the journal. It was worn and had the only blood in the room stained onto its front cover. She picked it up and opened the frail cover.

"Journal of Jeffrey Miller" was written hastily on the first page. Curious, she flipped through the remaining pages, and found that there were only six entries. She closed it and put it under her arm. She wanted to read it, but now was not the time. Turning back to the shelf, she looked at the small rectangular computer-like thing. It was no bigger than her paw, which was convenient to her. She grabbed it and stuffed it in her heavy pocket.

It was cold in the room; oddly colder than the hallway she was just in. Now, her feet were freezing. She looked around for anything, even gauss, to wrap her cold feet in. But the rest of the room was bare. She was actually beginning to shiver again. This room was too cold. It was going to push her out if she couldn't find something for her feet. But there was nothing. She looked down at the cement floor that contrasted the tile in the hallway. It was so cold. With the book in her arms, she climbed the debris again.

Back in the hallway, and yet again with no plan, she turned right, down the hallway with the multitude of pipes. It was silent in this hallway, just as the others. The pipes must've been shut down. She scanned over the walls and pipes, and began wondering where she was going. In fact, she thought, why didn't she just go down to level 1 of the hospital? Let down in herself, she began reasoning that it was out of fear. She was in an extreme panic at the time. But even so, she could've just gotten out of this mess. She sighed in disappointment.

Continuing down her path, she bowed her head and wished for an escape. It was obvious that there would not be one. But, wishing was all she could do. This was a nightmare! She thought. Was there no end?

At another hallway intersection, she kept walking straight. There was one more intersecting hallway before the end of this hallway, so she would go that way in hopes of finding another elevator. It was a short walk - only about ten seconds - before she reached the hallway. She turned right, and was delighted to find an elevator sign on the ceiling. Well, she assumed it was an elevator. The green sign had a box with sliding doors, and an arrow pointing to it. A larger arrow was on the left of the sign, and pointed down a hallway that ended at a T junction with this one. Her spirits lifted in an instant or less. With an excited yip, she darted down the hallway, hurting the cold soles of her feet. It was all going to be worth it though, she told herself.

At the corner, she tripped, and landed flat on her face. A smacking sound resonated through the hallway. She yelped as she bit her tongue. But then, her eyes widened. She had been loud - too loud - and was now in danger. Scrambling to her feat, she looked around. The whole place was still empty, and there were no shrill screams. But she was still horrified. Adrenaline pumping, she ran to the end of the hall, where the elevator door was.

As she approached, she noticed something that upset her greatly. This was not an elevator! It was a large door! She grunted, but knew she couldn't stay here after that commotion she had created. With a twisted stomach, she pushed the small button next to the door, and let it spread open.

It was having the same trouble that the door to her hospital room was having; the thing creaked on its track, and went as slow as she thought physically possible. As the room on the other side came into view, she could see that it was a dank maintenance hallway, with a narrow walkway. Pipes were the floor, and they were suspended on the roof; A bridge over a labyrinth of pipes below. The place was illuminated by orange lights, and was more utilitarian than anything else. And it was cold. A gust of chilled air burst through the opening doors. She didn't like this place at all.

But it would have to do. As soon as the doors were wide enough, she slipped through. Her feet burned on the cold, rusted pipes, but she continued her run. She ran half-heartedly down the cold pipes, scared of cutting her feet and getting the blood into her. The pipes met in endless junctions, curving off, with more coming to replace them. The rusty pipe way led her down the dank amphitheater of pipes. She glanced down between the pipes to see that the lights underneath her had gone out, and the countless catwalks and pipes beneath her gradually faded into the dark as they went down.

Looking back at her straight path, she saw that the only purpose of this pipeline was to connect where she was to another large steel door. This one was already partly open, stuck in the position. Squinting beyond it, she saw that it led to a more serious maintenance area. She could see huge tanks and grated floors and walls that protected wiring. More pipes hung from the ceiling, and huge valves dangled from them. The lighting was very dim; it couldn't even overtake the lighting from the room she was in. And to top it off, it was dying. The flickering from the room ahead was flashing from dying light to dark quickly.

The tenseness of the situation grew as she approached the doors. She dashed through them with all she had.

But she barely made it, slamming her muzzle on the door and flying out onto her side. She skid across the new room and slammed straight into the paneling. It created a large bang as it flew from its very weak bolts and fell on top of her. It cut her on a rusty hinge as it fell, slicing her arm. It went straight down her left arm, just missing a large vein. As it hit the grated floor, she cried in fear at the realization that she almost died. She had come so far in the forty minutes she was awake to almost die at the hands of a wiring grate. How pathetic, she thought as she cringed on the cold ground. The blood spilled out from her sore, now pained arm. She held it close, getting more blood on her scrubs. It was a horrible slash; the blood ran from the inside of her elbow, and curved down to the top of her wrist. The blood soaked her fur.

She was terrified. Her arm was a bloody mess, and she had created too much noise. A banging came from the long hallway behind her. Still on the ground, she turned over her shoulder to see a large arm, mutated and bloody, thrust out of a vent on the ceiling. It was horribly slow, but terrifying nonetheless. She grabbed the book, and jumped to her feet, tripping and almost smashing herself on the ground again. But she gained her balance, and helplessly ran down the hallway.

A look over her shoulder, and she saw the thing poke its head out. It was a bloody German shepherd, but only half of its face remained. The rest was a bloody pile of...something. She didn't want to look anymore. No, she just turned and ran. She ran as fast as her legs would go, but they were failing her again. It was most likely from the blood gushing from her arm. She whimpered as she ran, shocks of pain plowing through her. Panic was flowing through her veins, not bleeding out to her arm, and doing more to fuel her speed as she ran.

At the first chance she had, she took a sharp turn into a small room. She didn't even take the time to see where she was going, but instead just plowed into the room. It was small and square, with a gap between it and the hallway. She turned around, and in terror, saw a small sign screwed to the wall next to a button. Quickly she squinted to read it.

'Push to activate-"

That was all she needed. She smashed the button hard with her good paw, and prayed that something would happen. A small screech came from the doorway; but it was the door, not the creature. A metal woven gate shot out and closed the room off. Startled, she backed up. She was in an elevator! Unsure of where she was going, she knew it was better than where she was.

It groaned, and took off down its path. There were no more buttons other than the one, so it was obviously only going to one other floor. That floor, however, was a mystery. Nervous as the elevator flew past multiple levels, she vomited again. This time it hurt more. The lack of blood and food caused an alarmingly painful geyser of acid and pain. She could not even speak in her thoughts; they were a jumbled mess of random signals. Disoriented, she continued spewing the mixture of acids.

As the elevator slowed to a halt, the dizzy April was sick and confused. She had lost so much blood that she could not see straight. Her throat was on fire from the recent vomiting, and whole body was getting cold. The doors opened, and she stumbled out. The whole place was dark; she could make out none of her surroundings. She fell and hit the floor with a thud. Attempting to stand back up, she fell again, and again. She would not make it back to her feet. So she laid on the cold ground, twitching, everything going dark. She was very cold - too cold to feel the floor anymore - and she could do nothing about it but whimper. Her breath slowed to the point it was at when she woke up less than an hour before.

She began to wonder if she was even meant to make it. Maybe it was a simple fluke she woke up. Maybe it was all just a game, with some sick fuck controlling it all. And she wasn't supposed to make it. She began crying now. As things began to completely fade, she let her tears flow one last time.

A scream. The whole place flashed red, and there was another scream. Furs rushed left and right. Then another flash of red. Doctors? No, it was someone in a suit. His eyes were huge, beady, and dark. Pain shot through. A hospital? A base? Flashing lights...So many lights. All flashing fast. Screeching. They were screeching. They were screaming. They were screaming, loud, painful screams. They never stopped...the screams. Another still, and another, louder and louder. A flash of red fading to black. A sudden pain. A sudden realization. Another scream.

April screamed as she shot up from the cold surface. She looked around in a panic, her head flying back and forth. The lights were so dim; she could hardly make anything out. But a figure stood from a corner, and approached her. Through her spinning thoughts, she threw herself from a platform, and smacked the floor. It was a short fall, but she had landed on her damaged arm, and seriously hurt herself. But a look behind her showed the blurry shadow coming closer. She squealed and tried to crawl away. But it was already upon her.

The figure grabbed her and flipped her onto her cold back. It got closer to her, and she could hear it breath. She squirmed as hard as she could, but came to no end. The blurry thing got close to her, and looked her in the eyes.

"Do you understand? Are you ok?" it asked frantically. Now, she realized it had been talking to her. She blinked rapidly. "Hello? Can you speak?"

"You're...alive?" she asked, relaxing, falling into its grip.

"Oh thank god you're alright," it said. It sounded male.

She let out a cry of relief, and relaxed completely. The fur picked her up with no objection, and placed her back on the table she had fallen from. He towered over her as her vision slowly came back.

She could see he was an artic fox. "So....you saved me?" she asked in admiration.

"I'll say. You were bleeding out," he noted as he grabbed something. "What's your name, by the way? I saw you had scrubs on, but no name tag. Are you a doctor?"

"I'm April. And, no, I'm not a doctor. I just found them when I woke up. Are you a doctor?" she asked.

"Oh no," he said. In his hand was a blood pack. He took the tube it was attached to, and stuck a needle on it. "Here, this stuffs uncontaminated." He slid the needle in her arm, and held the blood pack high. The tube turned red, and her arm got very warm.

"Now," he continued, "I'm no doctor. I was an engineer down here. And about the scrubs, you said you found them when you woke up? What level are you from?"

She looked at him, confused. "Level?" she asked as more blood flowed into her arm.

He stared into her blue eyes deeply. "Well I'd have a hard time believing you woke up in the engineering wing of the hospital sect."

Now she understood. "Oh. I woke up on level five," she said. He smirked.

"Really? Level five? That's interesting..." he trailed off. The blood kept rushing in. "When did you wake up?"

She was getting nervous. "Ummm...how long was I out of it? And why am I naked?"

"About an hour or so," he said, "And you're naked because your scrubs are bloody."

"So?" she asked.

"You really have no clue what's going on here, do you?"

She sighed, and relaxed on the table as the warmth flooded her arm. "I've only been awake for about two hours. I woke up in a small bloody room, on a bed."

He thought a bit. His eyes wandered around the room, and found their place back on her. "How'd you get on level eight engineering?"

"Running," was all she said. Closing her eyes, she just let the warm blood rush into her. It felt good to finally have more oxygen rushing through her veins again. With a deep breath, she enjoyed the good feeling.

"Well, then how'd you come across the data storage device?" he asked.

"What?" she asked. All she had was a book and a few shots.

The arctic fox held up the small computer thing. "This. Where did you find this?" His tone was stern.

She sank down. "I-I found it with a book. I-It belonged to some guy."

"Who?" He demanded.

"I don't know," she said, terrified again.

When the artic fox saw that she was scared, he slowed down. "Ok, let's try this. Do you have any memory of anything before this?" April shook her head. He sighed and continued, "Okay. I'll explain everything I know. But first, what happened to the owner of that book, and what is on this device?"

"I'm not sure...I just grabbed them and ran. And the owner..." she averted her eyes. The fox's ears flattened, and he hunkered down a bit, understanding what happened.

"Alright, the bag is almost empty," he said with a sudden topic change. "How do you feel?"

"Better," she said quietly.

"Good. Let's get you up so your blood can start flowing. You might need one of the steroid shots you came loaded with, so we'll get that ready," he said. He pulled the needle from her arm, and put some pressure on the bloodspot as he reached down to the floor and grabbed one of the steroid shots. "Now hold still," he said as he pushed the needle back into the hole. He shoved the cold liquid into her vein, and let the needle sit for a minute, to ensure that the steroids would stay in. It did, and he pulled the needle out of her fur. A bit of blood pooled out, matting her fur down, but he put more pressure on it to keep it in.

"You're doing good," he told her. His paw slipped behind her neck, and he helped her up. She sat up straight, and put her legs over the side of the table. Her naked body was cold, and her nipples perked as her fur stood on end. "Now you want answers, don't you?" he asked. She nodded. "Well, you know what I want? I want some gratitude for saving you." He began taking off his shirt.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Taking what I'm owed, of course. I haven't seen a woman in...a very long time." He tossed his shirt aside, and began to pull down his pants.

"You want to rape me..." she realized. Eyes wide, she jumped off the table and to her feet.

"No no no no no, naughty girl," he smiled. In his paw was the gun she had found, and it was aimed straight at her. "You're not going anywhere. Now, get back on the table." She hesitated. "Now."

Almost immediately, she jumped back on the table and sat. She was shaking again. How could someone so nice become a cruel man like he was now? She stared at him as his pants dropped completely, and a large erection bulged through his boxers. She was in frenzy now. Panicking, she scanned the room for a quick exit. To her unfortunate luck, she found the only door, and it was across the room - Too far to make it and not get shot. She whined and shook harder.

The fox came up to her, and pulled his boxers down. An evil look in his eyes, he pressed his exposed dick up to her leg. "Grab it," he ordered, pointing the gun straight at her. With no options, she lightly grabbed the dick. It was warm, hard, and throbbing, ready for anything.

With both paws, and a few tears, she began lightly tugging on the eight inch dick. The fox was not pleased. "Lay down," he commanded. She did as she was told, and the naked fox sat on top of her, pinning her arms down lightly with his thighs. His hard cock was lying on her face now, and his legs surrounded her head as they dangled from the table. "Suck."

Nervous and distraught, she licked the cock from shaft to head, and slipped it in her mouth. She was crying now, but had no choice but to suck. So she slid it further in, almost halfway, and began running her tongue around it. The fox moaned, and grabbed her tits. He began playing with them as she took in more of his cock.

She had most of his cock in her mouth now, and she began bobbing on it, sucking and moaning just the same. If there was even the slightest chance she could survive this, she'd take it. Her assailant was pinching her nipples hard, making it hard for her not to bite him, but at the same time causing her to moan louder. In her muffled moans, she licked his cock softly, and took it down her throat. She gagged a little; she had never done this before. But he kept pushing it in, and she kept taking it.

"See, this isn't hard. You just let me fuck you, and then I'll help you out," he said, pushing his dick into her muzzle all the way. She choked on it, and he pulled out a tiny bit to let her breath.

She sucked harder, and took it as deep as it would go again, suppressing her gag reflex. The large dick was hard to swallow. But he relented again, and let her breath. As he pulled out, he pressed on her boobs for support, pinching her nipples harder and harder still.

Soon though, it seemed he had enough of her breasts. He pulled out, a bridge of saliva between his dick and her lips. She looked up to see what he was doing now, and almost got kicked as he swung his legs over her, and laid on her stomach with his stomach. His muzzle was next to her pussy; she could feel his warm breath on her clit. In her face were his furry balls. "Suck em," he ordered. She nervously hesitated. "Suck them!" he ordered. All it took was a good knee to her cheek, and she did as she was told.

She licked his balls, the pressed her lips up to his sack and sucked hard. His right ball slipped in first, then his left. With them both in her mouth, she sucked gently and swayed them around with her tongue.

The fox let out a light moan, and licked her warm sex. He got a moan of unconsented approval, and did it again. April trembled at each lick, sucking softly on his balls in terror. The fox moaned as she did, and licked her whole pussy now, from clit to bottom, then bottom to clit. She let out a shrill moan through his balls.

She could not see what he was doing, but she soon felt his paw slid under her cold butt cheek, and a finger press against her tail hole. Her eyes widened. "Plsss, nuuu," she slurred through his balls. He kneed her cheek again.

"Hush and suck. Now be still and this'll feel good," he told her. He pushed in on her tight little hole, messaging it in preparation. She grabbed his legs, just needing something to hold onto, and braced herself. With a tiny push, he slowly slid his finger into her hole. She whimpered. It went deep into her, prodding tail hole. She had tears in her eyes as she continued to lick his balls. "There," he said, "That wasn't bad, now was it?"

She said nothing, but squirmed a lot. He was wiggling the finger harshly; it seemed he enjoyed her squirming. In complete tears, she kept struggling and sucking. He kept licking her pussy, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine, but that did nothing to stop her tears. She was being...violated.

The fox licked her clit one last time, and then slid his tongue between the wet lips of her pussy. She felt his warm tongue slither into her sex, and she let out a small moan of unwanted pleasure. She hated this - she hated him. But she had no choice but to take it. His tongue wiggled around just as his finger was doing. She was in such agonizing euphoria, and she could do nothing about it but pray for it to be over.

The fox pulled his tongue out, and brought his other paw up to her wet pussy. With no warning, she felt two fingers invade her sex. He had just forced them in, with no stretching. She felt so full, and he hadn't even shoved his cock in yet. With a finger in her ass, and two in her pussy, she was squirming like crazy.

"Well, foreplay is fun, don't you think?" he asked. She said nothing. So, he kneed her again. "I asked you a question," he growled.

She recoiled in pain, and through her full mouth and tears said, "Y-ysss." The fox chuckled.

"Well I'm glad you agree. But, while it's fun and all, I think nothing beats the real thing." He pulled his balls from her mouth and his fingers from her holes, which she gladly let him do, and got off of her. He walked down to the end of the table, and looked into her blue teary eyes. "Hold onto something," he said, pressing the tip of his throbbing cock up to her dripping pussy. "Things are about to get rough."

She gripped the sides of the table as he thrust in his dick. It felt like she was being torn open as the hard cock slipped in. The fox pushed it in all the way, and moaned. With a laugh, he said: "You're really tight..."

She finally couldn't take it anymore. She screamed at the top of her lungs. It was a shrill, hoarse shriek, but it was loud enough to emit from the room.

The fox snapped. "Quiet!" he yelled harshly. But it was he who was louder.

It wasn't long before there was a knocking sound on the door. The rape session stopped, and both April and the arctic fox looked at the door. It was just a slight tapping sound at the metal door to the room, but any noise was bad in a place like this. They were both as silent as possible, his dick still in her but the gun pointed at the door.

They were both shaking in suspense as they watched the door intently. The tapping sound was constant, but growing louder with each tap. The gun in his trembling hand, the artic fox turned to April and pointed it at her. He growled at her, teeth barred, and was just about to pull the trigger, when the door shattered. A huge, monstrous tentacle burst through the door, and swerved around the room. The fox shouted a curse and began shooting the thing, but it did no damage. The bullets went in the fleshy tentacle, but that only enraged it. The huge thing lashed around the room, destroying everything it touched, before finally going after its assailant. The thing charged the fox, and knocked him to the ground.

The fox shot at it, but that did no good. The tentacle wrapped itself around his naked leg, and dragged him across the floor and to the door. But it did not pull him out, for he had grabbed onto the doorway, and was hanging for dear life.

He called to April: "Help me! Please, help me! I'll give you what you want! Please!"

But April just sat on the table, shaking. It did not take long for the fox to realize he would not get help.

The tentacle pulled harder, and he screamed in pain. "Listen to me!" he shouted. She looked at him, but did nothing. He became grim.

"I have a wife..." he said, blood spurting from his mouth. "On one of the shelves, I had a locket of me and her...I'm sorry for what I've done. If you find her, tell her the same."

Shocked that the fox actually felt something, but oddly happy for him, she gave a final nod. He mouthed the bloody words 'thank you', and then let go of the doorway. April watched the white fox disappear into oblivion.

Though he was gone, and she was alone, she still shook from the horror of being raped. She had not moved for almost fifteen minutes, with the exception of shaking. Yes, it was nice to see that he had feelings...but she was raped, and that was no consolidation. She was horrified, and all she could do was rub her private parts, wishing she could wipe the memory of this. In a rocking motion, she hugged her knees and just told herself that it would all be okay. But she knew it wouldn't be.

But she also knew she couldn't stay. If she did, she was sure to suffer the fox's fate. Shaking vigorously, she stood onto her weak legs. The room was a wreck after the attack; everything was broken or shredded. But, to her delight, everything but her scrubs and the gun were underneath the table. But she had nothing to wear; her scrubs were nowhere to be seen. She growled in frustration. And it only gets worse from here, she told herself.

Fate has an interesting taste for proving furs wrong though. In a corner of the room, there was an empty engineering suit. It was blue and black, like the one on the orca. She rushed over to it, and pulled the heavy thing to her. If it weren't for the steroid shot, she probably couldn't have picked it up at all. But with a bit of strain, she picked it up, and slid in the top. It was an interesting thing - the top slid apart to squeeze into it, and then clamped around the neck when the wearer was ready. It took her a good while to figure this part out, and it startled the violated vixen when the neck snapped, but after another good fifteen minutes of figuring out the suit, she was accommodated.

But this was not like the scrubs. It was for a male, so it pressed her boobs very close to her body, and it was obvious that it was going to chafe her breasts and vaginal area. This was going to slow her down quite a bit. Uncomfortable, she walked over to her belongings, and bent down to pick them up. It was a bit painful to wear the suit, as she was completely naked and it was grinding her fur, but she dealt with it as she grabbed all the steroid shots, the journal, and the 'Data Storage'. The suit had a pocket on its side, so she slid all the objects - except for the book, as it was too big - into it, and sealed it with the magnetic device on it.

Now that she had her things, she began to search for that locket the fox had told her about. She would bring it to his wife, but not for him. She would do it for the wife. She deserved to know her husband's fate. If she was alive, that is.

There were only two shelves in the room, and they were both crushed. She walked over to the first pile of metal, and began searching around it. There was no locket, but she found the gauss that had been used to wrap up her bleeding arm. There were also a few packets of some odd mush. She picked one up, and flipped it over off its bare back. There was a picture of pork and mashed potatoes. Her eyes widened and her stomach growled. She had found food.

She popped the packet open, and squeezed it in her mouth. It took her hardly a minute to devour the whole thing, and it was supposed to be a complete meal. Tossing the empty thing aside, she bent down to pick up another one. This one was a chicken pot pie. When she saw this, her tongue lolled out, and she drooled. Just like the other one, she popped the cap off and engulfed the mush. It was the tastiest thing she had ever eaten. Well, it's the only thing I ever remember eating, she thought.

As she finished that one, she tossed it as she had the other one, and bent down for another. She lifted it up, and was about to destroy it too, but then stopped. She didn't know when she would find more of this stuff. But she was starving, too. Her eyes paced back and forth, and she bit her lip. Looking at the packet again, she saw that it was a turkey dinner. It looked so good...but she needed food for later. And when she looked down at the other packs, she found only three left. A grunt of willpower, she stuffed it, and the other packets into a pocket adjacent to the first one. It had the same magnet, and she closed it up when all three were in. With a sigh she stood.

Looking at the other pile of shelves, she did see the locket, sitting atop the rubble. She slowly walked over to it. Her already violated vagina was being rubbed raw in the suit. But she made it to the shelves, and set the book down at she knelt. The locket was a beautiful golden chain attached to a perfectly crafted heart. She opened the sad little thing, and saw a picture of the arctic fox holding an otter in his arms. April fell into tears. Not because she liked the picture; the sight of the fox hit her like a brick.

Looking away from it, she tucked it in the pocket with the food packets, and stood with the journal. Turning to the doorway, she saw the bloody trail again. It led from the wall, to the door, and out to the hallway. She looked away from it too. Sure she had been raped, but she didn't want the fox to die either...

There was no way to take it back though, and she knew this. She could only move on. In the heavy suit, and in tears as well, she made her way over to the door. The blood trail dragged out and beyond it, and as she peered into the hallway, saw that it went from the floor, to the wall, to the ceiling, the other wall, and back to the floor. The tentacle had corkscrewed her rapist through the hallway. He deserved it, she told herself. Wiping away a tear, she turned from the blood, and began walking the other way in the dim utilitarian hallway.