had opened fire. The patient was hit numerous times in the torso. He responded by looking at the guards, reaching up, and pulling “Doc” down to bite off his nose.
They opened fire again. The shots were not as well aimed this time. “Doc” was hit several times. It was obvious he was dead or going to die quickly since he was hit multiple times in the chest. Test subject 7, also hit multiple times, threw “Doc” off of him. He got to his feet and started towards the guards. They stood on the other side of the bars staring in disbelief. Test subject 7 stumbled into the bars of the cell as if they weren’t even there. This stopped his progress. He reached out to the guard nearest him and was shot in the forehead. Bone, blood, and grey matter blew out the back of his head. He finally went down.
“What the fuck?” Shouted the guard that had shot him in the head.
Screams came from all around them. Different versions of the same scenario were playing out all around them. All the test subjects that were just recently declared dead were on their feet. Cells with technicians in them were scenes of bloody carnage. Where the test subjects were alone they strained at the bars trying to reach the guards.
The guards went from cell to cell shooting and killing all the test subjects. Only one of the techs was left alive and he was in bad shape. All the fingers on his right hand were gone. A huge chunk of his left forearm was missing and he had multiple bites to his face. The tech was screaming nonstop and wouldn’t shut up.
“You stop that goddamn racket. I can’t think with that shit going on.” When he didn’t stop, the guard shot him in the chest. “That will shut you up.”
“George, you need to get on the horn to headquarters and let them know what happened here. The rest of us will secure this area. After that this whole facility needs to go on lockdown.”
While they were busy discussing what steps needed to be taken to prepare to evacuate the area, no one noticed “Doc” stumbling out of the cell towards them.
After not hearing from the lab for two days, a crew was sent to check on them. All they found was twenty dead test subjects, two dead and partially eaten techs, and one dead and fully eaten guard. The whereabouts of the other three techs and eight guards went unknown for two more days.
Chapter 1
Somebody was ringing the doorbell. It woke me up around 2:30 in the afternoon. This was way too early. I’d been up late that day working out at the gym. Since I’d gotten older, the only way to keep the aches and pains away was trying to stay in shape. I hated all the crap at the gym. To me it seemed like one big meat market. Was anyone there really to “work out” or was the gym just a place for people to socialize and pick out their date for Saturday night? How come the women dressed in skin-tight matching outfits while the men looked like they picked their clothes out of the dirty hamper that morning. Probably smelled like that too. Needless to say, my body needed the exercise so I went every chance I could get. I was a night manager at the local grocery store, Meyers, and the job was physically demanding.
I was alone again. The woman I’d been dating the past few weeks had dumped me when she found out I had “misled” her about my age. Hey, it wasn’t my fault she thought I was ten years younger than I actually was. She thought I was 35 and I figured “what the hell,” the truth would come
They opened fire again. The shots were not as well aimed this time. “Doc” was hit several times. It was obvious he was dead or going to die quickly since he was hit multiple times in the chest. Test subject 7, also hit multiple times, threw “Doc” off of him. He got to his feet and started towards the guards. They stood on the other side of the bars staring in disbelief. Test subject 7 stumbled into the bars of the cell as if they weren’t even there. This stopped his progress. He reached out to the guard nearest him and was shot in the forehead. Bone, blood, and grey matter blew out the back of his head. He finally went down.
“What the fuck?” Shouted the guard that had shot him in the head.
Screams came from all around them. Different versions of the same scenario were playing out all around them. All the test subjects that were just recently declared dead were on their feet. Cells with technicians in them were scenes of bloody carnage. Where the test subjects were alone they strained at the bars trying to reach the guards.
The guards went from cell to cell shooting and killing all the test subjects. Only one of the techs was left alive and he was in bad shape. All the fingers on his right hand were gone. A huge chunk of his left forearm was missing and he had multiple bites to his face. The tech was screaming nonstop and wouldn’t shut up.
“You stop that goddamn racket. I can’t think with that shit going on.” When he didn’t stop, the guard shot him in the chest. “That will shut you up.”
“George, you need to get on the horn to headquarters and let them know what happened here. The rest of us will secure this area. After that this whole facility needs to go on lockdown.”
While they were busy discussing what steps needed to be taken to prepare to evacuate the area, no one noticed “Doc” stumbling out of the cell towards them.
After not hearing from the lab for two days, a crew was sent to check on them. All they found was twenty dead test subjects, two dead and partially eaten techs, and one dead and fully eaten guard. The whereabouts of the other three techs and eight guards went unknown for two more days.
Chapter 1
Somebody was ringing the doorbell. It woke me up around 2:30 in the afternoon. This was way too early. I’d been up late that day working out at the gym. Since I’d gotten older, the only way to keep the aches and pains away was trying to stay in shape. I hated all the crap at the gym. To me it seemed like one big meat market. Was anyone there really to “work out” or was the gym just a place for people to socialize and pick out their date for Saturday night? How come the women dressed in skin-tight matching outfits while the men looked like they picked their clothes out of the dirty hamper that morning. Probably smelled like that too. Needless to say, my body needed the exercise so I went every chance I could get. I was a night manager at the local grocery store, Meyers, and the job was physically demanding.
I was alone again. The woman I’d been dating the past few weeks had dumped me when she found out I had “misled” her about my age. Hey, it wasn’t my fault she thought I was ten years younger than I actually was. She thought I was 35 and I figured “what the hell,” the truth would come
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