Taylor Hebert sat on the ground of the cell, glaring at her cellmate.

Jack Slash smiled at her, then returned to sharpening his knife.

This continued for some time, before Jack spoke.

"You know, this is getting a bit boring."

"Shut up."

Jack sighed, and went back to sharpening his knife.

This continued for another hour or so.

"So, bug girl, any idea's on how to get some food?"

Taylor kept glaring, and a few bugs came in from the hole in the roof.

"...Bugs? Why do I get the feeling that you're going to try and choke me with those?"

Taylor kept glaring.

"Aw, come on. Don't look at me like that."

"Shut up."

"What?"

"I said shut up." Growled Taylor.

"This is about the whole 'mass-murderer' thing, isn't it?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Hey now," Said Jack. We're both stuck in here. May as well help each other out."

"Help you?" Asked Taylor. "Why should I help you?"

"Because we have no idea where we are, you don't have enough bugs here to scout the place out for some reason, and I severely doubt you would be willing to, or capable of, walking out there without intel or backup. You need someone to watch your back. You need me, Skitter."

There was silence for a while.

"I hate you."

"All is right in the world. Now, let's try and get out of he-"

They were interrupted by a corpse being thrown through the hole in the roof.

Taylor and Jack looked at it for a second, before looking up.

An armoured figure stood at the hole, looking at them. They looked at each other for a while, before he walked off.

"What was that about?" Wondered Taylor outloud.

Jack didn't answer, already searching the body.

"I found the key." He said after a minute.

"Unlock the door, then." Ordered Taylor.

"You don't need to be so bossy." Responded Jack, as he did so.

When the door swung open, Jack turned to Taylor expectantly. "Well?"

"Well what?" Questioned Taylor.

"Ladies first." He said.

"...No. You go."

"Why? Did you see something with what few bugs you have?"

"No, but you're a mass murderer, so your life is less valuable."

"I'm hurt." Said Jack, feigning an insulted expression. "After everything I've done for you- Nope, sorry, couldn't keep a straight face."

"Go." Growled Skitter. Jack sighed.

"Fine." He said, walking out. Taylor followed a second later.

"Oh look. Zombies. How fun."

"Shut up, Jack."

"I haven't listened to you the last dozen times, why would I listen now?" He asked, as the pinkish zombie's head rolled on the floor.

"Because I really feel like killing you right now. Go on, Jack. Give me an excuse."

"Are you always this grumpy in the mornings?"

"Only around mass murderers."

"You can't hold that against me."

"Watch me."

The two were so busy bickering, they barely noticed as they went up a ladder.

"-With a rubber duck."

"You wouldn't."

"Trust me, Jack. I would love to-"

"Hey, look. Food."

Taylor blinked, and looked.

A small bonfire burnt, with some meat cooking over it.

"Hungry?" Asked Jack.

Taylor sat down and checked the meat.

"Smells like pork." She noted.

"Give me some." Said Jack, stretching his hand.

The two took a bite in unison. Taylor chewed slowly, the taste unfamiliar.

After a while, Jack swallowed. "In case you're wondering," He began. "I'm fairly sure this is human flesh."

Taylor stopped chewing as her brain processed what Jack had said.

Then she spat it out, and began coughing heavily. Jack chuckled.

"Oh, ha ha ha." Said Taylor. "I'm leaving."

Taylor walked past the fire, and opened a large door on top of some stairs. The stairs shut a moment after she entered.

Jack took a bite of his meal. A very loud, very long list of swears began booming from the doors that Taylor had done through.

A few seconds later, Taylor appeared at the fire again.

Jack stopped eating.

"...Now, that's interesting."