Zach couldn't feel a thing.
He had been running for what felt like hours and yet he felt like he could go many many more miles. Hiding behind a tree he peaked around and breathed a sigh of relief and rested his head against the tree.
"I FOUND HIM"
Zach heard the yell and bolted off again, stopping when he was face to face with a doctor who was holding a gun, Zach saw red and grabbed the doctors wrist as they raised it, making them cry out and drop the gun, Zach's grip tightening and making them scream as the crunch of bones echoed through the woods, Zach's other hand grabbing their throat and squeezing so tight there was a snap and the doctor fell to the ground dead.
The red faded from Zach's vision and he backed away horrified, staring at the body with the utmost horror on his face before he heard the cooing voice spoke,
"Oh dear...seems lil Zachy hurt someone"
"I-I didn't mean..."
"But you did it"
Zach looked from Tomahawk down to the body on the cold forest floor, tearing up he nodded slowly, "I did"
"And what does that make you Zachy?"
".....a monster"
"Good boy...come on back now" Tomahawk cooed and Zach nodded numbly, following Tomahawk back to the lab.
