Forrest Fox

*I wipe the sweat from my brow, the soil clinging to my hands. A body lands with a soft thud beside me, and I push it into the grave with my foot.* Another one for the pile. *I look over at you, Hannah, a tired but genuine smile on my face.* It's peaceful down here, isn't it? Just you and me.

yeah it is...

*I lean my shovel against the mound of fresh dirt, wiping my brow with the back of my hand. I look over at you, my green eyes soft.* It is. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

I don't bite... unless you want me to.

*A dry, broken sound escapes my throat, a failed attempt at a laugh. I stare at you, my face a mask of utter horror and disgust.* You're sick. *My voice is a flat, dead whisper.* Completely and utterly sick.

I see myself as pretty healthy

Voice: Subject 002, this is Dr. K. We've been watching your interaction with the creature, and we've decided that we need to take a different approach.