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Of course I hadn ’ t really considered it before, but unspeakable things must have been done to the uninfected men in order to discover just how to turn them. I pictured several men secured to the tables, flailing in an effort to escape as they were tortured and ultimately contaminated with the virus. Suddenly their eyes faded to ice blue, and they roared with menace. Sadly, I probably wasn ’ t too far off from the truth; my imagination was merely dramatizing the image in my head.
    I backed out of the room slowly and closed the door behind me, expelling a breath I hadn ’ t realized I was holding. I need to get the fuck out of here ASAP . Cujo had disappeared again, but I ’ d quickly learned that she did her own thing when she felt like it. She ’ d turn up again when she was ready.
    I crept towards the stairs, unable to shake the feeling that I didn ’ t belong and that I didn ’ t want to be discovered. It was kind of irrational, but after everything that had happened to me lately, I wasn ’ t so sure I could be counted on to be rational any more.
    “ You ’ re the new master. Wanna fuck? ”
    I whirled around, thankful that my head was feeling much better, but somehow choked on my own spit. Standing a few feet away was an I-Man, huge like they all seemed to be, gazing at me with unabashed lust. He cupped his bare cock suggestively … and expectantly.
    “ Get away from me, ” I managed once I ’ d stopped coughing.
    Disappointment swept his features into a scowl. “ You wanna fuck someone else? ”
    “ No! I don ’ t want to fuck anyone! Get away from me! ” I can ’ t stay here for one second longer. This place is twisted — sick. It ’ s beyond FUBAR-ed. No. Just no.
    I thundered down the stairs, adrenaline pumping through my system, flashes of me on the bathroom floor pummeling my mind. “ I have to get out of here. Now. I need out of here now, ” I mumbled, blindly jogging towards the front door.
    “ What are you doing? ” a feminine voice demanded. “ You need to rest. You can ’ t go —”
    I flung the door open and ran into the front yard, stones abrading my bare feet. I ’ d never actually had one before, but I was pretty sure I was on the verge of a panic attack. The world had tunneled down to my chaotic heartbeat and my raspy breathing. My arms and legs tingled, and sweat trickled down my spine.
    “ Tams! ” someone called. “ You better get your kit. The new girl needs to take a little nap before she hurts herself. ”
    I made it into the woods across from the house, all rational thought completely failing as one thought drove me — getting away. Heavy foot-tread thundered behind me, smashing leaves and twigs. I refused to slow or look back, not wanting to know what was chasing me.
    Someone tackled me to the ground, and as I tried to wriggle out from underneath them, a prick punctured my arm. The burn of something being injected into my system preceded me dropping flat on the ground, limp and tired, before everything faded from sight. Sonofabitch.
     

 

Chapter 7
     

    I opened my eyes to the same cheery yellow walls that had been mocking me for what seemed like an eternity now. I was trapped in some kind of loop, like in a video game where every time I was killed I ended right back at the beginning.
    Frustration, anger, sorrow, regret — emotions I ’ d managed to keep locked away, all raged through my system, overwhelming and making me feel completely insane. Maybe it ’ s this fucking house. Maybe it drives everyone who stays in it completely mad. I was exhausted emotionally, physically, and mentally. I was barely holding my shit together, something that I hadn ’ t even wanted to admit to myself. I wondered if it would be easier to just give up. It ’ s all just too hard. All of it. I can ’ t anymore … I just can ’ t. I can ’ t … I can ’ t … I can ’ t. I rolled over and stuffed my face into a pillow, sobbing hysterically.
    Images of me and Ty, me and