Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.3

Jack became increasingly depressed over the time spent inside his small cell. With no possible way to actually escape, despite his soul and body longing to be free, made him feel compressed both physically and mentally. He just wanted to find a way to Mark, to help him, to figure out if he could save his friend. At least save one of them, as the Irishman lost all hope for his other friends.

Yet the hours he spent in his own head, imagining a heroic getaway in an attempt to find Mark and live happily ever, couldn't save him from the creeping doubts that maybe, he was going to die like this. Alone and cold in a dirty cell filled with his own piss and feces (the small toilets no longer worked and had backed up for many long ago).

Then, both a miracle and curse happened to Jack. While he sat on the cleanest spot of the tight spaced room and in his daydream mode, he heard blood curdling screams suddenly reverberate through the entire building. He jumped straight up, eyes wide as he watched the volunteers that were in charge of taking care of them all run through the narrow hallway, two Ferals on their heels, snapping and snarling. It still bewildered Jack and he almost couldn't believe his eyes once more that this was happening.

He watched in horror as one of the victims was pounced on and hit the ground hard, her scream forcibly cut off with a single bite. The others were screaming for an emergency weapon but it was too late; the Ferals were much too fast, and the people weren't prepared. The other Feral attacked one of their meals, while the last standing one screamed in rage and fear, "Who the hell left the door open??"

Everyone inside their cells began to scream and cower as the Ferals beat their bodies against the bars to try and reach their remaining prey. More beasts began to swarm the cramped shelter, bashing into the thin walls hungrily and desperately. Some began to break through and blood splattered the walls, screams of the terrified growing louder as more began to panic.

The only somewhat good part of so many Feral being in one area, was that they were very territorial, and began to fight themselves over the dead bodies. So when one bashed his head against Jack's bars and cracked it- only to be pinned by three other Ferals- Jack found his chance to escape.

Grabbing the top section of the broken bar, he pulled with all his might until it popped out of its socket, and then quickly in panic leaned against the wall and swung his foot several times until the bottom half was shattered into smaller pieces. It was a tight fit, but Jack crawled through the new opening as fast as he could, and not a second too late, as the entire cage door was busted down when two Ferals tumbled into it. 

Chaos was everywhere just as the first time Jack was thrown into this mess, and he felt overwhelmed. His heart pounded so hard in his chest, he felt it would burst like an overfilled balloon. He found himself running through the mix of it all as fast as he could, pushing past others who were also fleeing and tripping over mutilated bodies.

Jack could hear growls and snarls of Ferals directly behind him so pushed his legs to move faster, bursting through the door and out into the fresh, bitter air. There was snow sprinkled on the ground, and the sun reflecting off of the white powder hurt Jack's eyes, which had gotten used to dim, dirty light. Yet he continued to run, not pausing for a second to bound over the mounds of snow.

His feet, which had been missing shoes for a long time, became soaked and numb from the weather, and he struggled to keep his momentum going. He slid once, twice, and then tripped, his knee dipping into the snow and causing that to lose feeling as well. Jack stood back up as best as he could, stumbling in a last attempt to be free.

Jack noticed there were a lot of dead bodies of Ferals, and he wondered if they couldn't stand the cold and froze to death or if they died from other monsters. He looked behind him and noticed that none of them had come out to chase after those who escaped outside; they were too busy with the rest of their victims.