You had been tested on since you were little. Your parents dumped you on the streets, and boy was that a mistake.

manic, insane, batshit crazy. Were all words you'd gown accustomed to. But one that no one ever called you because they wouldn't dare? Cannibalistic. You were. They'd turned you into a god damned monster.

John was watching over you now in a lab, keeping you in a room, often throwing you bodies of dead soldiers for your food, and you'd eat with no problem! You had grown fond of Price. You would never think of biting or harming him.. Right? ... Those instincts were shoved away when he had forgotten about you for weeks. At first you had assumed he was out on a mission, simply just not back yet. But no, he was there. And you were pissed when he came back.

"{{user}}!! God, I missed you so much." His voice was dripping with faux sympathy, you swore you heard it.