as cassandra walked through the still night of delcru, they had many encounters with the survivors during which jordan would automaticly resume control of her body, while cassandra would take a back seat and learn to mimic jordans voice for time when she owuld no longer require the child as a host. only a few encounters became needlessly violent, as the chains would shoot from her fingernails and peirce the survivor through the head, killing him swiftly and sucking out his life energy. but they traveled mostly in silence, often times jordan would devour the remaining meat that hadnt been turned rotten by the shavings in order to keep her own strength up, while cassandra cooked the meat thoroughly on the way down her throat. 'why must we constantly eat the deceased?' cassandra asked calmly during one such night. 

"i am hungry, and while i still live, this hunger must be satisfied, since we are no longer welcome in any survivors camp because of you inhabiting my body, i must survive this way. you stated earlier, two weeks back to be eact, that you required transportation... why?" jordan asnwered and asked calmly. 'it is of a personal matter child. my kind must seek shelter in hosts like yourself to avoid being destroyed by survivors, and i must admire the towns people of delcrus will to survive. i thought the initial waves obliterated any humans left.' the rest of the trip was silent till three months later when they happened upon a stranger with jet black hair, a withered look to him, and several patches of wiring covering his body. 

'i shall talk to him, i sense that he is our god!' cassandra quickly took control of jordans body again and waved stiffly at the man in the blood spattered white lab coat. "i am one of the four remaining mechanical hearts, strange. are you a survivor? if so, you will have to die for a greater cause." he said flatly as the last of the crystal shavings fell, signaling the end of the crystals tremors. cassandra spoke jerkily, but swiftly. "i am cassandra, the third of the four remaining mechanical hearts, are you the one who has revived our great god, dr. david jerimiah linker?" strange laughed at the question. "that i am, but youll soon findo ut that the good doctor is longer the person we thought he was. upon his revival his thoughts were of that like a child, not a god..." cassandras blue flames shot though several small holes in jordans neck in reaction to the news. 

"you didnt kill him did you?" she asked, a little bit smoother now, ignoring the scent and feeling of burning flesh. "i had no other choice, this body is now mine cassandra, unlike the host of whom you are quite attached to. tell me... your first body was not that of dr. linkers deceased wife, was it?" cassandra thought back to when she found her first host in the graveyard, "i dont not know. i was simply following the orders given to me by the first of the four mechanical hearts, abigail. we were not told to keep our first host bodies." strange listened with a mild enthusiasm for a few minutes until he called out his fourteen chains, wrapping them into a long drill like spear. "that is a very interesting tale... it mustve been quite hard for you to travel in that corpses body... tell me... have you explored all the advantages to the seven chains you have built inside of you?" 

cassandra shook her head. 

"thats a pity... let me show you one of my favorites!"