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Bloody Sunrise (A story of horror, passion, and suspense)

Epilogue: Aftermath

"Hey wait up Vic!" Tamira said running after her childhood friend. Since they had been born they knew each other and they had virtually the same birthday with only a two day difference. Today was Vic's ninetieth birthday and he was excited about his present, his father's gun. Of course his mother was very strict about giving him any grenades, even the quick hardening foam one, but Vic was happy enough with the gun itself and a full magazine of ammunition to test it.

Tamira walked around the corner of the junk yard as Vic was already carefully locking and loading the gun. The F-2100 had been recovered after his father's death and had been cleaned up and held until he was old enough to handle it. Vic played around with some of the setting adjusting the scope and he looked around at different junked up piece of cars.

"So how does it handle?" Tamira asked curiously walking up behind Vic.

"It's a bit cumbersome, but that's only in size." Vic commented and switched the selector lever off safe to single. He took aim at some tires and fired a shot. The round was off so Vic adjusted his sights again and fired this time hitting his intended target dead on; Vic lowered the weapon and smiled.

"Such a large gun, are you saying you have to compensate for something?" Tamira put her hands on her hips and swished her tail with a teasing grin. Vic scowled and looked back over his shoulder.

"No... j-just... I would have liked to know my father..." Vic said flicking the lever back to safe. "Mom just never talks about him; I sometimes wonder... if he were still alive would he be proud of me?" Tamira walked up and placed a hand on Vic's shoulder.

"The way I hear it from Bernice, her dad said your father died a hero." Tamira furrowed her brow sympathetically. "I'm sure he'd be really proud of you Vic." Vic wasn't crying, but he felt that choking sensation in his chest.

"Come on lets get back your folks will be worried and my mom is probably concerned as well." Vic said shouldering the weapon. They both turned and walked out of the junkyard unaware of a pair of white iris eyes watching them with gleaming curiosity.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Tamira called out as Vic followed in behind her locking the door behind him. Tamira wandered into the kitchen and glanced around before her eyes settled on the note sitting on the counter. Tamira walked over and picked it up reading it aloud.

"Went out of town to help Professor Wrighthouse; be back in two days, leftovers in the fridge, love mom and dad." Tamira frowned.

"Well looks like its party time! I'm calling the guys over!" Vic said walking over to the phone.

"No you don't!" Tamira said. "My folks would kill me if they came back and the place was trashed." She swished her tail in annoyance. Vic's hand hovered over the phone then he let it drop to his side and looked back over his shoulder at her.

"So then what are you going to do?" Vic un-slung the rifle and cleared it before setting it to the side. Tamira sat on the couch and sighed leaning back.

"Maybe watch a movie?" She snorted sarcastically.

"I have a better idea." Vic grinned and idly scratched his head.

"Oh really?" Tamira said arching a brow to him.

"I've always been curious about the little black box." Vic said acting as if he was innocently looking around.

"What little black box?" Tamira said crossing her arms and arching a brow.

"I found it once while your mom was downstairs, I never opened it I put it back, but I've always wondered what was in it?" Vic looked up the stairs.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tamira said "I've never found any ‘little black box' in my parent's room."

"It's not in you're parent's room... it's in the hallway closet behind a false panel."

Tamira and Vic stood there looking at the very unextraordinary box; it was a kind of plain seven-by-seven-by-four inch, matte black wood lacquered box with a simple catch lid. The two looked at each other and then back to the box.

"How about we open it?" Vic said timidly.

"How about you open it; since you're the curious one." Tamira responded.

Vic undid the latch and inside was a blacked out DVD case with a single disk inside. Vic carefully put it into the disc player and sat down. What came on next was both a surprise to both youths as there was Tamira's dad in front of the camera setting it up adjusting it so it was focused on the bed. He winked into the camera and then trotted back over to the bed and sat down on it showing he was naked.

Tamira was embarrassed to see her father naked, But she blushed red as an apple though when her mother walked onto camera from the bathroom, naked as well, and climbed into the bed with her father. Tamira didn't want to watch, but was transfixed and couldn't pull her eyes away as she watched her father put a condom over his penis before both her parents started a feverous and energetic love-making session.

Vic sat motionless watching the screen as the sounds of Tamira's parents grunting, panting, moaning, and gasping poured from the surround sound speakers. Thankfully it wasn't long before both of them gave a final gasp and collapsed exhausted. As Tamira's mother turned over in the bed moaning and snuggling her head to a pillow, her father took off the condom and as he discretely dumped it in the rubbish can he wandered over near the camera and the video cut out.

"Now that I think about it... your mom's pretty hot..." Vic said dumbfounded, it was obvious that he had such a raging hard-on and he placed his hands over his crotch trying to cover it up. Tamira was blushing with outrage and she quickly ejected the disk and put it back into its case and box. She carried it up stairs and placed the box back in its hiding spot. When she came back down Vic was still sitting there also blushing.

"Are you happy now?! Now I feel odd about my folks!" Tamira said in a scolding tone to Vic.

"Well I mean you're hot too..." Vic said hastily.

"Hmph!" Tamira turned her head away but peeked an eye in Vic's direction seeing that he was still quite embarrassed but at the same time Tamira' could not help but feel sorry for him. They said curiosity killed the cat, and in this case Vic had pried into a very private moment between two beings that loved each other.

"Ok so I was more than curious." Vic tried to still hide his erect member that trying to burst from his pants.

"B-but I still meant it when I said you were hot." Vic cast his eyes down meekly.

Tamira gazed at Vic; he really did take after some of his mother's aspects; once Vic was embarrassed he became shy and nervous. Tamira let out a breath and tilted her head looking over the wolf, who was her friend since she could remember. She remembered that because he was so shy that he never asked any girls out to the senior prom, so Tamira asked him out of pity; but now she looked at him as being rather bold despite his apparent lack of aggressiveness.

"Well thank you." Tamira finally managed to spit out and she sat next to him and took his hand. "You know you're never going to get girls if you don't know how to put on some moves there." Vic looked to her.

"And how do I do that?" Vic swallowed a bit looking at Tamira's hand holding his. Tamira guided Vic's hand to her left breast and let his palm rest upon it. Vic gulped up moved his hand around feeling the warmth of her breast in his hand and looked to her gaze fixed expressionless to his. He continued to fondle it tenderly running his fingers over where her nipples were under her bra.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tamira said and Vic pulled his hand back hesitantly. He was about to apologize but was cut off when Tamira's lips met his as he tumbled back and bumped the back of his head against the cushioned armrest of the couch. His hand was forced to rest upon her breast once again to prevent himself from falling over.

He had always felt Tamira was someone that he could count on, when they would sneak candy from the goody jar, play tag, or put together a puzzle, he had always seen her as a good friend. Now his feelings were mixed as her body pressed to him. She was warm, so warm and his other hand wrapped around her waist cautiously.

She broke the kiss and they looked at each other each feeling a tad bit awkward at the position they were in. Vic pinned on his back with Tamira on top of him with their noses just millimeters away.

"S-So you want to do it...?" Vic managed to stammer out. Tamira gave a lopsided smile.

"Now your being much bolder." Tamira said sitting up straddled on his stomach.

"But... but the answer is no...?" Vic said trying to anticipate her answer.

"Well... what if it was yes?" Tamira asked and leaned close. "Then what?"

"If it was yes, then... well you saw where your dad keeps his condoms." Vic said blushing again. His hands softly squeezing Tamira's breasts and he gave his own clumsy lopsided grin. Tamira unstraddled him and grabbed his hand as she tugged him upstairs leading the way to her parent's room. Vic's throat suddenly began to tighten, he could not believe that this was happening even when Tamira dug to the bottom of the dresser drawer and pulled out one of the foil-sealed, latex sheaths.

On the other hand Tamira seemed glad that her father did not try to organize the drawer a bit better and probably had lost count of how many condoms were in his possession. Vic was hauled by the hand again as Tamira led him over to her room and then closed the door behind them. She locked it and tossed the condom to Vic who caught it with a bit of a fumble, but looked at it as if it were made of gold.

He was hesitant yet he opened the package careful as Tamira got undressed pulling her shirt off, followed by her jeans. Vic hastily took his shirt off and then his trousers. His boxers were a virtual tent that betrayed his excited disposition, he pulled them down mirroring Tamira as she took off her bra and panties; then he carefully put the condom on making his malehood look more like a shrink-wrapped sausage than a penis.

Tamira sat on her bed and motioned Vic over to her. He obediently approached her as he sat next to her on the bed. He didn't hesitate all too much as his hands went up to her breasts and he caressed them. Then he decided to improvise as his head leaned down and he licked over Tamira's nipples. Tamira giggled and lay back letting Vic crawl up over her as he continued to lick around her nipples. Vic's heart was pounding with excitement as his hands went from Tamira's breasts and stroked down her body.

Vic had never noticed it before but she smelled sweet, almost like strawberries; he inhaled her scent as his hands continued to explore her body rubbing over her belly and down between her legs. Tamira yelped as she felt him rub over her sensitive mound, and Vic paused with concern.

"I'm sorry Tami did I hurt you? I thought I was being gentle." Vic stammered out.

"No. No. you didn't hurt me just excited from your touch. That's all." Tamira said with a smile and she spread her legs a little more apart to allow him greater access to her loins. "Please don't stop."

Vic nodded and rubbed over Tamira's clitoris watching her as she cooed in pleasure. He experimentally dipped a finger into her folds and she squealed which made her look so much cuter and sexier. Vic pressed his finger in and out at a slow pace his every raging hard-on jerking in anticipation as he felt her inner-walls attempt to tighten around his probing finger.

Vic was certain that now Tamira was wet enough, yet he did feel almost strange as if it were wrong, it wasn't like she was his sister or anything, but he felt a kinship towards Tamira. Even as he thought this his body was betraying him as he pulled his finger out and moved into position over her his latex sheathed cock-tip pressing to her hot moist awaiting pussy-lips.

Tamira gasped her eyes squinting shut as she prepared to feel the first thrust from Vic enter her, but to her surprise it never came and she peeked open an eye to find Vic with a concerned look on his face gazing upon her.

"A-are you sure you want this? I mean we can stop if you're not comfortable with what we are doing." Vic said in a caring tone of voice. However, Tamira was very certain; besides she didn't want to yet admit there had been more than a few times she had dreamed of this; Tamira nodded and gulped lightly.

Vic leaned down and pressed his lips to hers and she kissed back as she felt him slowly slide into her and her hands gripped the fur on his back lightly. Vic at first was unsure of how far he should go, but when she wrapped her legs around his waist he knew that she wanted all of him. He continued to slide the rest of his length into her until his knot bumped to her loins and Tamira gasped moaning and writhing.

Tamira had never imagined that it could have felt like this. The initial pain of his entry slowly faded into a warm sensation of pleasure as she trembled against him breaking their kiss. Vic began to move his hips pulling back and then sliding back in all the way with a gasp as the sensation flowed freely between them. Tamira let go of Vic and instead grasped the sheets of her bed letting him take her as she so dreamed.

Vic was eager to oblige as he used his hands to brace himself over her as he began to rut in smooth and long strokes into her. In, out, in, out, his throbbing shaft dipped into her deeply before pulling back out as he let her feel every inch of him with each pump. In return she worked the muscles below her waist coaxing from Vic a pleasured moan.

It was clumsy inexperience that made it awkward at first and they went slowly, but they were both in their little slice of heaven as they made gentle and passionate love. Vic felt himself starting to heat up and even with the condom desensitizing him he still knew that it would not be long before he came. It was all too much for him, Tamira's gasping, her breasts jiggling in front of his face, the feel of her wet mound bumping to his groin, his balls slapping lightly to her to her ass cheeks.

Tamira heard Vic howl as he drove in as far as he dared without letting his knot enter her and he shuddered holding her hips. The vixen watched her lover tremble in the throes of orgasmic bliss before he gently collapsed on her panting. Vic felt Tamira's arms wrap around him, embracing him and he embraced her back kissing her tenderly.

"Oh Tami... I..." He wanted to say that he loved her, but he was unsure of the repercussions of his declaration. He gazed into her eyes looking for any sign that he could make that statement.

"Its ok Vic, don't say anything yet. We're still friends we just have to make sure we keep tight lipped about this. Our parents can't find out about this and neither can anyone else. It'll be our little secret... ok?" Tamira gave a faint smile and Vic nodded.

"Come let's get cleaned up stud." Tamira said. Vic pulled out carefully removing the condom and squeezing it gently to make sure it had not punctured or broke and then he tied it to dispose of it somewhere discrete.

Tamira was brushing and blow-drying her fur as Vic came out of the shower dripping wet but humming a happy tune. Just then the doorbell rang and Tamira had to leap up and shoo Vic back into the shower as she fumbled to put on some clothes. Quickly she went down stairs and smoothed out her fresh pair of jeans and her t-shirt before looking through the peephole.

A friendly smiling equine face was there and Tamira opened the door cautiously and peered out to Bernice who was standing there with her CD player in one hand the other hand her CD book.

"Oh! H-hi there Bernice!" Tamira managed to say with a smile. "How's your folks Anthony and Fran?"

"Oh there fine! I came over so you can listen to the new CD I got, it's the new hotness! Also brought you some of that jerky you like." Bernice grinned happily. Shit, this was a predicament; Tamira had forgotten that Bernice usually came over every time when she got a hold of a new CD from her favorite group. Not inviting Bernice in would arouse suspicion, for even when Tamira was sick she still let Bernice in.

"Oh! Oh s-sure!" Tamira only hoped that Bernice would not notice how nervous she was. However, it wasn't nervousness Bernice detected. Bernice had an uncanny knack to sniff out trouble, literally. Since her father was a Doberman she had developed an uncommonly ken sense of smell. Bernice inhaled flaring her nostrils as she walked in.

"Hey is Vic here too?" Bernice asked and Tamira balked at the answer.

"Umm... y-yes. Yes he is." Tamira said sheepishly.

"I suspected he was; the smell of gun-powder tells me that he finally got his father's gun." Bernice set her CDs and the player down on the side table and Tamira let out a silent sigh.

Just then Vic came down wearing the same clothes he had worn before. He was still damp and his fur was matted down in some places.

"Oh! Hey there Bernice." Vic said confidently and smiled.

"Hey there Vic!" Bernice said cheerily. Then she tilted her head looking at him in a suspicious manner. "Why are you wet?"

"Oh! just getting cleaned up after testing the gun I was... uh... rolling around in the dirt, you know seeing how it holds up to actual roughhousing." Vic said. He knew it was almost a lame excuse.

"Cool!" Bernice said without missing a beat. "Hey can I squeeze off a few shots?"

Tamira and Vic looked at each other and Vic shrugged.

"Sure I don't see why not." Vic slung the gun over his shoulder. "Let's head back to the junkyard."

Bernice was not a bad shot, even shooting from the hip she was nearly dead on and she grinned with pride.

"It's not bad at all; dad usually let me fire his shotgun." Bernice handed the gun back to Vic and smiled. They were about to turn to leave when there was the sound of moaning and instantly Vic spun around and took aim. Also in response Tamira reached behind her and drew a small caliber pistol from under the back of her shirt.

Vic would have asked where Tamira had got it, but instead he was glad that she had it. There was a scampering sound from near the old oil shack off to the side and they advanced with Bernice already taking up a broken length of muffler and turning to watch Vic and Tamira's backs.

The rattling that the group heard was the gun in Vic's hands as they shook with suspenseful agitation. The oil shack had only one door and one window and was smaller than a two car garage. Vic stood back with his gun aimed at the door as was Tamira as Bernice used the muffler to push the door open.

"There's the smell of something rotting..." Bernice whispered with a hint of fear in her voice as they all looked towards the now open door of the oil shack. They were almost tempted to run when there was the sound of a rasping breath and then a cracked and horse voice came from the darkness.

"P-please... don't... hurt... me." Said the voice and Vic backed up a bit further with Bernice and Tamira flanking either side of the door with Bernice occasionally looking back to make sure there was nothing sneaking up on them.

"Show yourself!" Vic said his voice loud but betraying fear. The light from the window showed through onto the door and from behind the door came a slow moving hand, the digits grasping the door carefully. The pinky of the finger was wrapped in bandages that had long ago soaked through with dark fluids.

"Oh my God..." Vic said with a whisper as from around the door came the somewhat decaying head of a skunk. At first it was hard to tell if it was once a male or a female. But the decaying locks of hair showed that this creature might have once been a young female. Her eyes were glazed over with white iris in the center, and part of her muzzle was in horrid tatters showing her canines, but it made no attempt to open its mouth. It peered curiously at the three teens standing there then looked directly at Vic. The wolf steadied his hand taking aim, and the creature ducked its head back.

"No... please!" it pleaded.

"Stay back!" Vic said with a gulp.

"Steady Vic... don't get to jumpy, we have you covered." Tamira said, Vic glanced at Tamira and saw that in her eyes she was just as fearful as he was. The creature peered back around the door again cautiously.

"H-hungry..." it said but did not move; its expression was more pitiful than anything else. "P-please... anything... to eat?" it ducked its head back behind the door a bit. Tamira looked to Bernice who gazed back with a puzzled expression, then Bernice remembered the jerky in her back pocket and she fished it out tossing the bag into the doorway.

A cautious decaying hand reached out and took the bag and the sound of food being consumed was evident as the sound of slurping and noming were heard. Vic looked to Bernice and then back to the doorway.

"Bernice... go and get the authorities..." Vic said

"No! please! They will hurt!" the thing said quickly hiding behind the door.

"Tell them that this thing is talking... not acting like a zombie." Vic added, Bernice edged back and when Tamira took over her position Bernice ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Now... talk, explain why we should not shoot you right now." Vic said trying to sound brave.

"My... name... Carla... yes Carla... I once... was... Carla!" it said peeking out from behind the door. Vic backed up a bit more but the thing showed no signs of aggressiveness.

"Carla... why aren't you like the other... creatures?" Vic asked watching as the zombified skunk, with a cautious gait staggered from behind the door and into the light that dimly shone through the single window. Now Vic and Tamira could see the tatters of what was once a gray sweater and jeans hung on a mockery of a biped. It sat down slowly letting them see it fully in the light.

"Do... not know... woke up... was scared." Carla said looking down at her hands. "Was... once... beauty... ful." The thing touched its own hands looking them over now, with missing patches of fur and flesh.

"Are there others around?" Vic asked looking around cautiously before returning his focus on Carla. The zombie skunk shook her head still looking at her hands.

"Still... hungry..." Carla mumbled.

"Well sorry but we don't have any more food." Vic said holding his weapon steady now. Tamira looked over her shoulder then back to Vic nodding to him that there seemed to be others on the way.

"I... not... hurt you... if... you... not... hurt me." Carla offered a pitiful yet terribly unnatural gaze. Vic questioned how trustworthy this thing was; after all from what his mother had told him these things were feral and mindless. But here he was talking to one that said it was scared. Was it possible that these things could learn deception on such a scale?

"Listen... the authorities are coming and they will hurt and kill you if you make any sudden moves. So you had better not try anything..." Vic said. Bernice finally arrived back running, following her was a host of authorities in full body riot gear all with weapons locked and loaded. Carla slowly crawled back behind the door as they began to aim.

"Don't shoot!" Tamira said and they held their fire, all guns pointed at the oil shack. Vic's gun barrel never left the entrance to the shack as the rest of the armor clad beings moved up next to him.

"Are you alright son?" one of the officers, a cougar, asked and Vic nodded.

"Yes... it said it doesn't want to hurt us." Vic said knowing it sounded ridiculous.

"Yes... yes... no hurt." Carla's voice moaned from the dark. Guns immediately went to the door but still no shots were fired. One wolf officer slung his shotgun and pulled out his pistol and with his other hand turned on his flashlight. He walked to the door and carefully kept to the edge.

"Don't hurt her!" Tamira called out. The officer stood there for a tense moment his flashlight played over the curled up form laying on the ground cowering. Carla tried to stay as still as possible shielding her head with her arms. The officer was confident that his armor would protect him prodded her shoulder with the muzzle of his pistol and stepped back. Carla didn't move but she softly whimpered

"No... hurt." Carla whispered softly.

"Looks like we got a tame one here..." Said the officer keeping his gun trained on Carla.

In a few moments the officers brought over catch poles. Reinforced aluminum rods with a noose at the end and they cautiously looped Carla around the neck and wrists restraining her. Then the brought manacles and cuffed her wrists before cautiously sliding a muzzle around her mouth. Carla offered no resistance and let them take her captive. Soon they had her bound up and they took her away by handcart. Carla looked pitifully at Vic and Tamira as she was carted into a van that drove off.

"She has been asking for you two for the last few hours." Wrighthouse said to Vic and Tamira as they walked down the hallway. Vic and Tamira looked at each other and then back to the Professor. They entered through some double doors and Tamira was met with hugs from her mother and father. Vic also was met with a hug from his mother who scolded him a bit for being so risky.

"Is it secure?" Brad asked looking at the containment area which before was steel bars, now boasted carbon-titanium, it was contained within another slightly larger room of double thick bullet proof glass which could stop a fifty-caliber round, and of course the laser fence as the last line of defense this time with modifications so it could not be sabotaged from the inside.

"I doubt it... she actually could have broken free whenever she wanted..." Wrighthouse said stepping up next to Brad.

"But she didn't?" Tamira asked to which the Professor nodded.

"We took some tissue samples from her and found that the E.E.M.C.2 compound is further mutating, in fact its now doing exactly what it was suppose to do in the first place, but it still has unexpected side effects..." the Professor took up his trusty clipboard and looked at it.

"Like what?" Brad asked.

"Well one thing is the hunger, it's psychological, because the brain is reactivated it takes over basic needs and hunger is one of them, so she feels forever hungry, understandable that one could go mad from it. Second of all she is strong, because the muscles have no feeling once they are dead, signals don't know when the muscles reach their limit. Last of all she can still infect unvaccinated beings with a bite." Wrighthouse put the clipboard down.

"On the bright side here is what's happening to her. Her cells are starting to regenerate which means that she will start to regain some semblance of the being she once was. Her sense of touch might be restored allowing her to control her strength, and her intelligence is definitely returning, that would explain her sudden unwillingness to eat our flesh." The Professor looked towards Carla who was there in the cell unrestrained gorging herself on some cooked lizard meat.

"Does she know what's going on with her?" Tamira asked

"I think she comprehends her situation." Wrighthouse said and then flicked on the speakers to the intercom inside the cage.

"Carla? Vic and Tamira are here." The professor said and Carla stopped eating and looked up, her eyes were still had white iris but there was a blue fringe around them and it seemed as though the centers of them seemed to be darkening.

"My... friends?" Carla said her head tilting to one side curiously.

"We're here Carla." Tamira said into the intercom.

"Thank... you... for... kind... ness... you... are... friends." Carla seemed to smile, of course the smile looked horrible, but they were sure it was intended to be friendly.

"They will try and take care of you here. We'll ask them to be nice to you." Tamira said and Carla nodded before she went back to chewing on her meal. They left with Vic looking back over his shoulder at the disturbing sight and wondered if Carla would ever be deemed normal again.

"Check..." Wrighthouse said as he moved his knight into position. Carla's blue eyes looked around the board as she chewed idly on some jerky and moved her king back and to the left one space. Over the course of time Wrighthouse had seen a vast improvement in Carla. Color was back in her eyes and her fur was growing back. There was even breath within her body again. Surprisingly the now evolved E.E.M.C.2 compound had mutated to a stage that was initially intended.

All of Carla's rotting body parts began to grow back and she looked more normal everyday. Even her organs began to work properly again. Her heart was beating, her lungs were breathing. And her intelligence had begun to return in full force. Wrighthouse now sat across a normal table from her, of course the guards still kept nearby. He moved his rook into position and looked to Carla.

"Che..." the Professor started, but before he could finish Carla already moved her bishop and took out the rook and placed the piece on her side of the table.

"Check..." Carla said between chews and took another bite of jerky. Wrighthouse saw indeed that he was in check and then realized that if he moved he would be trapped no matter what. She had a rook and her bishop in space from each other in line with his king no matter where he moved all she had to do was move her knight and it would be checkmate for him.

"I give..." Wrighthouse said and toppled his king over with a smile. Carla paused and looked up to him with a quizzical expression.

"That's the first time you've beaten me." Wrighthouse said meshing his fingers together. The intercom buzzed and the Professor walked up and pushed the button.

"Go ahead." Wrighthouse said.

"Carla's friends are here." The guard responded over the intercom.

"Let them in." Wrighthouse said and then clicked off the intercom and nodded to Carla who stopped eating and stood up straightening out her white jumpsuit.

"Hi there Carla." Vic said through the glass and Carla smiled as Tamira also waved to her. It had been three years and every Sunday the two of them visited Carla.

"So how's life been treating you?" Tamira asked walking up and taking Vic's arm with a smile.

"Well they say I'm a whole new person." Carla said and smiled and then using one of her nails dug into the palm of her other hand and held it up as Vic and Tamira watched as the bleeding halted and the gash sealed up quickly.

"They call it hyper-regeneration. My body is functioning fully and my body heals at a rapid rate." Carla's expression changed. "Still I feel alone. Even though I have people around me."

"We'll be here Carla, if you need us." Tamira said and then hesitated before she spoke again. "Vic and I are getting married..."

Carla looked up and smiled.

"That's wonderful to hear, I hope that you both find happiness together." Carla sighed. "Well if you'll pardon me its time for my testing, they insist on seeing how the compound has affected me thus far."

Vic and Tamira nodded and then with one last wave goodbye they left. Carla sat down in her chair and sighed waiting for the scientist to come with the syringes and needles, but none came. Instead the door opened and in walked a very imposing equine, he was dressed in the uniform of the new regular army and he eyed her with a stern gaze.

"You are Carla, subject zero-zero-five under Professor Wrighthouse, Henry J?" The horse asked walking around her looking her up and down.

"I am she." Carla responded looking at the massive stallion. Surely she was no fool, but on the other hand she was a bit intrigued by this new arrival.

"I'm Major General Katchin of the new regular army and I think we have use of your unique abilities ma'am..." Katchin smiled warmly which sort of made Carla's skin crawl.

"Tell me the details..." Carla said taking another bite of her jerky. Something told her that this was going to be another deal with the devil...