It lay there hidden deep within the thick leaves of the foliage of the Island, it's skin rotting off it's dead flesh, maggots eating what should have been it's brain, puss oozing out of it's once human pores, slowly it raised itself from the ground, although no longer human, it keenly heard the presence of other's about him, speaking in words it once knew, and their blood hung heavily in the air, entrancing it out of it's zombie like stupor, slowly it's chest heaved in and out, legs cracked as dead bones lifted it off of the ground, it was scenting. Unable to see through dead eyes, it scented the blood, hot and delicious, already it could feel it enliven the dead and decaying tissues in it's heart, in the now dead blood cells that once and long ago had given it human life, silently it crept through the thick foliage of the tropical jungles, not making a sound as it slowly chanced upon the beautiful young blonde and her male companion.

Placing a skeleton hand upon her soft shoulder, he grunted roughly into her ear as he arched his back, the bones in his unused spine cracking one by one causing her companion to turn and take notice of the six foot piece of rotting flesh, whose long white deadly fangs lay inches away from her tender neck.

Into the darkest night a lone scream of a terrified female echoed throughout the Island, awakening all the hungry things that silently crept in the darkness of the long forgotten Island, and did anyone stop to wonder?

Where do the misfits of society go? Those menaces to society that are more evil than the most heinous of evildoers. For even the most crazed of psychotic killers have a heart, but what of those creatures whose hearts have stopped beating centuries ago. How does one beg for mercy to a thing who has no mind left to them to remember such a thing as mercy.