Zen was walking into the hall when he heard a shot was fired and he was about to strike out when he noticed that it wasn't from his group of guards, who backed off greatly because of his arms, then Zen continued onward and followed the light smell of blood.<br/><br/>Zen rounded a corner and saw the dead guard and the others talking about somebody that was suppost to be dangerous, then he was seen and they backed away as he came close to them; Zen stopped in front of his door but then he extended one of his metal arms out slowly, creaping along in the air toward the dead guard. The others did nothing but keep their guns up, doing NOTHING to stop or interrfear him as the arm grabbed the guards' leg and dragged him in with Zen; the guards came forward slowly and closed the door, locking it as best they could.<br/><br/>One of them fro the second group was shaking hard, his pants were wet. "DAMN....never thought I'd see him..." One of the other guards looked at him. "HELL, I never want to see him again!" Then they began leaving quickly, not wanting to see what else the prisoner would do; sligtly concerned for their killed friend but unable to do anything now.<br/><br/>Zen had puled the body over to him and stripped him of all his clothing and began to eat, lifting him up and starting with his head first as Zen pushing and pulled him into his jaws and waiting throat; his jaws poping as the shoulders went in and the head was pushed into his streching throat, Zen used his arms to raise him higher as he sat down and used the dead weight to push the body inward.