SURVIVORS

Ch. 6~ King Creature

Fair warning, this chapter is short, sweet, and to the point. Not many juicy details to reminisce over, but lots of juicy plot-line stuff ;D. 

Last time... We found out that people are going missing all the way in Frankford too (where Chase lives). His Mom went missing, and his dad was arrested. We left off with him realizing that he had lost his family :/ I'm so mean to that poor character, but things are about to get alright for him soon. The bully, Michael, never fails to ruin his day. Chase figured it was because his German Shepard ran away the other day (THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!). Okay, enough jibber jabber. King creature time.

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Three days had passed. Three torturous, mind bending, blood filled days. Only two more new ones had to be redosed with the bacteria, but neither of them had screamed like the first had. Changing was an extremely painful process. The only reason I didn't feel it was because my old brain thought to inject myself with the pain protection beforehand in case I was accidentally infected- which I was. But now that I had changed, there was no way I was going back. Never again did I want to be human. Humans, such poor pathetic things. Weak, self-pitying, spoiled... I hated them. Every one of those hair-headed cockroaches.

I hear the door behind me creak open.

"My King," I hear a slithery voice say. I turn to face the female one that had to be redosed a couple days ago. I was glad to see the rest of the hair on her head had fallen out. I don't answer, despite desperately wanting to hear my own slithery voice. "Three more have arrived, sir," She announces, her torn clothing swaying with the shifting of her weight.

"Healthy?" My deep voice questions quickly.

"All healthy and full. All male," She replies in a spine-chilling manner.

"Any mutations?"

"Only one slight mutation in this round. The mutated one is slightly bigger than our biggest. He's stronger too."

"Hmm... The others?"

"They're big, although not mutated size." She says. I put some thought on this statement. They could be useful, yes indeed, but the house we claimed for headquarters was getting far too small. Fights broke out seemingly every moment over space or some sort of argument over prey.

I suddenly have a wonderfully horrible idea.

"Tell them to search the town. I could've sworn some young humans inhabited that small unoccupied house."

"I will tell them right away sir," she assures and then starts to walk out into the musty hallway. I was going to wait to give the order, but we need food. We need it now. I hesitate but my conscience gives way for the order.

"General," I growl. She peeks back into the room.

"Tell them that when dawn breaks tomorrow, we collect as many newly corrected humans as possible and commence the feast," I command.

She strides off without another word.

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Yep, told you it was gonna be short. Okay, next time I update is literally one of the most exciting chapters of this book, so get ready *wink wink*. Thank you for reading and, as always, see you next Survivor Sunday! Love 'yall!!