Shapes were forming Rays sight. Out of the darkness came some moving things. He thought it was a face. He was just about to grab his screwdriver when the ex-Charlie spoke to him. His past experience what that the only speech you got from dear ol' Charlie was that horrific moaning. This wasn't moaning, therefire not one of them. Unless they tried to deceive him by learning to talk. To much  to think about. He felt really bad. His head was smashed up, he tasted blood in his mouth and his screwdriver were nowhere to be seen.<br/>"I'm not dead, how about you?"<br/>He probably was a Carlie, and now awaiting was the feeling of teeth sinking into his flesh. He bit his jaw and waited with closed eyes.