Post by George Hamilton on Jan 28, 2008 21:13:56 GMT -5
There was a blood trail that ran up the steps and into the hallway of the third floor. This creeped Logan out, but he kept his mind from playing scenarios of what could have caused that by looking at the map and at the surroundings. The hallway was completely different from the basement. It was still devoid of life, but this hallway revealed a more gruesome picture. Blood stains littered the walls and floors, at points there would be a body part lying around, and the doors for the most part were ripped off of their hinges. Logan reached for his thigh and retrieved his pistol. With one hand he held the pistol and the other he had the GPS.
He walked through the halls for a while, until he came upon the first room he had to go into. Slowly, he opened the door, dreading what was behind it. A sigh of relief came to him as the room appeared to be empty. Logan tried to be as quiet as he could, thinking that those monsters wouldn’t find him if they couldn’t hear him.
Since the room was dark, Logan turned his night vision goggles back on, but they failed and his field of vision became blackened again. From what he did see, near the back of the room there was a closet. Approaching the closet, Logan opened it and looked inside. He felt around for some sort of battery or lighter, but couldn’t find any. Reluctantly, Logan reached in his side pack and grabbed one of the flares he had and struck the top. The chemically induced sparks lit up the room, causing Logan’s eyes to sting painfully as they futilely tried to focus in the new found light. He covered his eyes, but left them open so he could search in the closet.
After a few minutes of throwing around clothes and other accoutrements, Logan found a nicely crafted lighter. It had a design of an angel holding two swords above its head in the shape of an “X”. Logan wasn’t one to normally like that kind of thing, but it just kind of fit at the moment. He placed the lighter in his side pack and turned around. Behind him was one of those monsters. It reached out for him making him stumble backwards into the closet and drop his pistol. The monster fell upon him and began to try and bite him anywhere it could. It took all of Logan’s strength to push the thing off of him. It fell backwards, giving Logan enough time to scramble for his pistol. Before Logan could get to his pistol, the thing grabbed his leg and went in for a bite. Logan pulled his leg out from its grip and shoved his boot into its face. The sickening sound of crushing cartilage erupted from underneath Logan’s boot as the monster’s nose broke under the force of the kick. Logan turned to reach for the gun again, but the monster retook his leg. Logan kicked the thing again. He could hear teeth shattering and blood cascaded out of its mouth as Logan removed his foot from its face.
Logan’s fingers were touching the gun when the monster reached for his leg for a third time, this time pinning his leg under its chest. Logan stretched for his gun, but couldn’t get to it. He cursed in his head as he reached for his knife and drove it down into the monster’s head, feeling its blood flow through his fingers and the weight of its lifeless body cover his bottom torso. This was the reason why he hadn’t wanted to use his knife, and it was made all the more real when it actually happened. He took his knife out of its head and pushed the corpse off of him. Running to the nearest table, he leaned on it and vomited. After a while all that was left was dry heaves. He cleaned off his mouth and picked up his pistol.
Not wanting to stay in that room any longer, he walked to the door that led to the room he needed to go into and left through it. In this room was the duct he needed to go into. He crossed the room quickly, but still silently, and kneeled down before the grate to the duct. The duct was screwed down, and Logan didn’t have a screw driver. For the first time Logan noticed that he was still holding the bloody knife in his hand. He cleaned off the blade on a nearby tapestry and turned to the screws. Using the knife as a makeshift screw driver, Logan began to unscrew the grate.
Not long after, the grate popped off and Logan crawled into the duct. The cramped, dark, musky duct was riddled with twists, turns, and sudden drops. As Logan crawled through it took all of his concentration not to die by falling down a sudden drop off. Every so often he would light the lighter he found earlier to see the layout of the duct further ahead, when he stopped he would also check the GPS to see where he was. He continued on for about a half-an-hour and checked his GSP; according to the GPS he wasn’t far from where he needed to go. It was only a few yards away.
He was about to light the lighter again when the section of duct that he was in gave way and fell to the ground. Pain shot through Logan’s body as he hit the ground. Luckily, he wasn’t more than ten feet off of the ground, any further and he might have died. As it stood now though nothing seemed broken although he was in a pretty sizable amount of pain. Gritting his teeth and baring it, he crawled out from inside the duct and stood up. It seemed as if he landed next to the room he wanted to go into. He walked up to the wall where he wished there was a door and felt it to see if it was flimsy. Of course there wasn’t which meant he had to find another way around. Logan looked up at the space where he fell from and tried to judge if he could some how find a way back up there. After about ten minutes of searching and finding nothing he could use to get back up, he stopped trying and started looking for a way around the wall in the map. The map showed no way around in fact the room didn’t even exist in the map.
“Oh come on!” Logan found himself saying a loud. “What the hell?”
Logan walked up to the door and opened it. The hallway outside was adorned with three pictures of people undergoing different torturous acts. Each one was drawn using a different tortuous technique. The first one on the left depicted a man dangling upside down over a tub with his blood leaking into the tub from a tiny incision made just below his stomach, in order to keep the wound open, hooks were placed through the skin of the lip of the cut. The next one showed a man that was buried alive. The last one was of a man being pierced by hundreds of small knives in non-vital places. Despite those disgusting paintings, the hallway itself was completely different from what the rest of the facility looked like. In fact this hallway almost looked like it was supposed to be part of a house or something. There were wooden boards instead of the normal cement on the floors, cheerfully bright wallpaper was stuck to the walls, and chandeliers hung from the ceiling.
“Dear Lord…” Logan said as he stepped into the hallway. He was thoroughly freaked out now, and was considering going back into the room and trying to get back into the duct again. However, he came to his senses and continued down the hallway to the right, where the next room should be. There were no doors down this hallway except the one at the end. Logan walked to that door. Logan tried to open it, but it was locked. On the door there was a note with a switch below it. The note read:
To him who has the most come last, to him who waits the longest come second and to him who has already past come first.
Logan pressed the button below the note and behind him; three switches emerged underneath each painting. “What the hell is wrong with this place?” Logan asked rhetorically as he walked over to the three paintings. He repeated the riddle in his mind as he looked at the paintings. “Obviously the switches have something to do with getting the door open, but do I have to press them in a certain order? The riddle talks about order so I guess each of these men represent a part of the riddle.” Logan thought to himself. He looked at the men again. “To him who has the most come last,” Logan repeated. He paced back and forth looking at the pictures.
After a while he decided that the man who has the most is the man with the hundreds of knives in him. Thinking about the second part, Logan decided that the man who has the longest to wait was the man in the coffin because he was going to take the longest to die. The last part was the hardest part, but if he had already figured out the other two than it didn’t matter that he couldn’t figure out why the description didn’t match the painting. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved in and pressed the switches as the riddle told him to. He first pressed the dangling man, then the man in the coffin, and lastly the man with the knives in him.
A clicking noise sounded. Logan walked up to the door, but it was still locked. “What the Hell?” Logan looked at the door and couldn’t figure out why it hadn’t unlocked if he clearly heard it unlock. He then turned towards the door he walked in through and walked over to that. Logan turned the knob, but the door had locked itself.
“Ok I guess that was wrong.” Logan stated a loud as he turned to the paintings once more. “Something’s out of order, but what?”
He thought it over some more and hit himself on the head. The man in the coffin was the one already past because he was already buried like the dead; the man who had to wait the longest was the man bleeding to death. Logan shook his head and pushed the buttons in the new order. Two clicks this time. Logan walked over to the door at the end of the hall and opened it.
Inside was what looked like an elevator, but it didn’t have any buttons to push to go down. Instead there was a single set of buttons by the rear of the structure. Warily, Logan walked in and headed to the back. There were two buttons, and a note at the bottom.
Due to recent problems with containment all staff members are required to first administer a sterilizing agent prior to entry. To administer press the green button, then wait while the sterilizing is done. Once the green button turns off press the red button and entry will be allowed. Anyone who does not first go through sterilization will be considered a threat and be neutralized. Please remember to first press the green button.
Logan finished reading the note and quickly pressed the green button. The doors he had walked in closed behind him and an invisible gas started to leak from the ceiling. Closing his eyes, Logan felt the gas pass over him and a tingling sensation wash through the unprotected parts of his body. As soon as the gas stopped permeating through the ceiling, a fan turned on and sucked the excess gas out of the room. When all of the gas was evacuated, the green light turned off and Logan pressed the red button. The doors in front of him opened up and revealed a laboratory. There were numerous vials with unknown substances in them, but each had a paper just underneath them detailing the progress made. It seemed as though the work they were doing was to produce some sort of biological weapon that would kill instantly, and then revive the dead tissue.
“Well I guess it works, the only problem is, is that is got out when they didn’t want it to.” Logan said to himself as he walked around meticulously studying each of the papers. He stopped suddenly as he approached a large container that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. It had some sort of human-like creature in it. The creature was hooked up to various tubes that were meant to sustain its life while in the liquid. He looked at the paper and read it.
Type CF5-Tyrant.
7/03/98
Fertilized egg (via in-vitro fertilization) is injected with a mixture of the T and G strand of the virus. Fertilized egg is then placed into a female host.
7/04/98
Subject appears to have doubled its growth in a matter of days after artificial insemination into a fertile female host.
7/06/98
The host died during birth, subject was immediately placed into Cryoprotectant
7/07/98
Subject has matured to full growth and is being observed constantly.
The recordings stopped there. Logan looked at the creature; it was the most hideous thing he had ever seen. The characteristics were monstrous, but there was something about it that still made it seem like a human. Its shoulders bore the exposed muscles that had been enhanced from the normal muscle size of any human being. The next biggest difference was the eyes, while shut weren’t really shut because it had snake like eyelids. The only other difference would be that one of the hands was fused together and formed a blade like structure.
Completely shocked and appalled, Logan took out the camera that was issued to him just incase anything like this happened and took numerous pictures of the monster and the research data. He then put the documentation in his bag and turned to walk further into the room. There wasn’t much else but variations of the same monster. He took pictures of each and every one of them as was protocol, but it disturbed him to see these almost human “organisms” that were really infected babies.
At the back of the room there was a door partially hidden by an overturned, presumably, empty capsule. With a great effort, Logan pushed the capsule aside and freed the door. He tried the door, but it was locked.
“Oh what now?” Logan said obviously frustrated. He looked for a switch, but noticed a keycard lock instead. He sighed as he turned to look around the room a keycard that might work. Starting near the door, he worked his way around the room until he finally found one on the lab coat of a dead scientist. He walked back to the door and prayed the card would work. After swiping the card he heard a beep and the lock opening up. Basking in his victory over the door, Logan brought his elbow down to his side in a victory pose.
He didn’t want to waste anymore time so he opened the door and went through. He found himself in what he assumed was the hallway he wanted to go into. Pulling out the GPS, he checked his position and made sure where he was, was where he needed to go. Thankfully, he wasn’t too far off track and was able to change his directions to still get to the surveillance room.
Running through hallway after hallway, he finally reached the Lobby. He reached it, but it had changed drastically. There must have been some sort of battle that occurred here. The benches that were previously cemented to the floor were uprooted and tossed to the other side of the room. There were holes in the walls where the bullets hit, and larger ones where something massive must have collided with the wall. Sparks cascaded down from exposed wires in the ceiling, where the fans and light fixtures were torn from. Blood coated the walls and ceiling in an odd fashion, there were spots that weren’t bloodied as if something had blocked the spatter of the blood. Logan guessed that it was either the thing that he had faced earlier or something much like it.
Logan stopped and began to think that it might have been his men that were in this battle. He turned on his radio and dialed Bradley’s radio.
He walked through the halls for a while, until he came upon the first room he had to go into. Slowly, he opened the door, dreading what was behind it. A sigh of relief came to him as the room appeared to be empty. Logan tried to be as quiet as he could, thinking that those monsters wouldn’t find him if they couldn’t hear him.
Since the room was dark, Logan turned his night vision goggles back on, but they failed and his field of vision became blackened again. From what he did see, near the back of the room there was a closet. Approaching the closet, Logan opened it and looked inside. He felt around for some sort of battery or lighter, but couldn’t find any. Reluctantly, Logan reached in his side pack and grabbed one of the flares he had and struck the top. The chemically induced sparks lit up the room, causing Logan’s eyes to sting painfully as they futilely tried to focus in the new found light. He covered his eyes, but left them open so he could search in the closet.
After a few minutes of throwing around clothes and other accoutrements, Logan found a nicely crafted lighter. It had a design of an angel holding two swords above its head in the shape of an “X”. Logan wasn’t one to normally like that kind of thing, but it just kind of fit at the moment. He placed the lighter in his side pack and turned around. Behind him was one of those monsters. It reached out for him making him stumble backwards into the closet and drop his pistol. The monster fell upon him and began to try and bite him anywhere it could. It took all of Logan’s strength to push the thing off of him. It fell backwards, giving Logan enough time to scramble for his pistol. Before Logan could get to his pistol, the thing grabbed his leg and went in for a bite. Logan pulled his leg out from its grip and shoved his boot into its face. The sickening sound of crushing cartilage erupted from underneath Logan’s boot as the monster’s nose broke under the force of the kick. Logan turned to reach for the gun again, but the monster retook his leg. Logan kicked the thing again. He could hear teeth shattering and blood cascaded out of its mouth as Logan removed his foot from its face.
Logan’s fingers were touching the gun when the monster reached for his leg for a third time, this time pinning his leg under its chest. Logan stretched for his gun, but couldn’t get to it. He cursed in his head as he reached for his knife and drove it down into the monster’s head, feeling its blood flow through his fingers and the weight of its lifeless body cover his bottom torso. This was the reason why he hadn’t wanted to use his knife, and it was made all the more real when it actually happened. He took his knife out of its head and pushed the corpse off of him. Running to the nearest table, he leaned on it and vomited. After a while all that was left was dry heaves. He cleaned off his mouth and picked up his pistol.
Not wanting to stay in that room any longer, he walked to the door that led to the room he needed to go into and left through it. In this room was the duct he needed to go into. He crossed the room quickly, but still silently, and kneeled down before the grate to the duct. The duct was screwed down, and Logan didn’t have a screw driver. For the first time Logan noticed that he was still holding the bloody knife in his hand. He cleaned off the blade on a nearby tapestry and turned to the screws. Using the knife as a makeshift screw driver, Logan began to unscrew the grate.
Not long after, the grate popped off and Logan crawled into the duct. The cramped, dark, musky duct was riddled with twists, turns, and sudden drops. As Logan crawled through it took all of his concentration not to die by falling down a sudden drop off. Every so often he would light the lighter he found earlier to see the layout of the duct further ahead, when he stopped he would also check the GPS to see where he was. He continued on for about a half-an-hour and checked his GSP; according to the GPS he wasn’t far from where he needed to go. It was only a few yards away.
He was about to light the lighter again when the section of duct that he was in gave way and fell to the ground. Pain shot through Logan’s body as he hit the ground. Luckily, he wasn’t more than ten feet off of the ground, any further and he might have died. As it stood now though nothing seemed broken although he was in a pretty sizable amount of pain. Gritting his teeth and baring it, he crawled out from inside the duct and stood up. It seemed as if he landed next to the room he wanted to go into. He walked up to the wall where he wished there was a door and felt it to see if it was flimsy. Of course there wasn’t which meant he had to find another way around. Logan looked up at the space where he fell from and tried to judge if he could some how find a way back up there. After about ten minutes of searching and finding nothing he could use to get back up, he stopped trying and started looking for a way around the wall in the map. The map showed no way around in fact the room didn’t even exist in the map.
“Oh come on!” Logan found himself saying a loud. “What the hell?”
Logan walked up to the door and opened it. The hallway outside was adorned with three pictures of people undergoing different torturous acts. Each one was drawn using a different tortuous technique. The first one on the left depicted a man dangling upside down over a tub with his blood leaking into the tub from a tiny incision made just below his stomach, in order to keep the wound open, hooks were placed through the skin of the lip of the cut. The next one showed a man that was buried alive. The last one was of a man being pierced by hundreds of small knives in non-vital places. Despite those disgusting paintings, the hallway itself was completely different from what the rest of the facility looked like. In fact this hallway almost looked like it was supposed to be part of a house or something. There were wooden boards instead of the normal cement on the floors, cheerfully bright wallpaper was stuck to the walls, and chandeliers hung from the ceiling.
“Dear Lord…” Logan said as he stepped into the hallway. He was thoroughly freaked out now, and was considering going back into the room and trying to get back into the duct again. However, he came to his senses and continued down the hallway to the right, where the next room should be. There were no doors down this hallway except the one at the end. Logan walked to that door. Logan tried to open it, but it was locked. On the door there was a note with a switch below it. The note read:
To him who has the most come last, to him who waits the longest come second and to him who has already past come first.
Logan pressed the button below the note and behind him; three switches emerged underneath each painting. “What the hell is wrong with this place?” Logan asked rhetorically as he walked over to the three paintings. He repeated the riddle in his mind as he looked at the paintings. “Obviously the switches have something to do with getting the door open, but do I have to press them in a certain order? The riddle talks about order so I guess each of these men represent a part of the riddle.” Logan thought to himself. He looked at the men again. “To him who has the most come last,” Logan repeated. He paced back and forth looking at the pictures.
After a while he decided that the man who has the most is the man with the hundreds of knives in him. Thinking about the second part, Logan decided that the man who has the longest to wait was the man in the coffin because he was going to take the longest to die. The last part was the hardest part, but if he had already figured out the other two than it didn’t matter that he couldn’t figure out why the description didn’t match the painting. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved in and pressed the switches as the riddle told him to. He first pressed the dangling man, then the man in the coffin, and lastly the man with the knives in him.
A clicking noise sounded. Logan walked up to the door, but it was still locked. “What the Hell?” Logan looked at the door and couldn’t figure out why it hadn’t unlocked if he clearly heard it unlock. He then turned towards the door he walked in through and walked over to that. Logan turned the knob, but the door had locked itself.
“Ok I guess that was wrong.” Logan stated a loud as he turned to the paintings once more. “Something’s out of order, but what?”
He thought it over some more and hit himself on the head. The man in the coffin was the one already past because he was already buried like the dead; the man who had to wait the longest was the man bleeding to death. Logan shook his head and pushed the buttons in the new order. Two clicks this time. Logan walked over to the door at the end of the hall and opened it.
Inside was what looked like an elevator, but it didn’t have any buttons to push to go down. Instead there was a single set of buttons by the rear of the structure. Warily, Logan walked in and headed to the back. There were two buttons, and a note at the bottom.
Due to recent problems with containment all staff members are required to first administer a sterilizing agent prior to entry. To administer press the green button, then wait while the sterilizing is done. Once the green button turns off press the red button and entry will be allowed. Anyone who does not first go through sterilization will be considered a threat and be neutralized. Please remember to first press the green button.
Logan finished reading the note and quickly pressed the green button. The doors he had walked in closed behind him and an invisible gas started to leak from the ceiling. Closing his eyes, Logan felt the gas pass over him and a tingling sensation wash through the unprotected parts of his body. As soon as the gas stopped permeating through the ceiling, a fan turned on and sucked the excess gas out of the room. When all of the gas was evacuated, the green light turned off and Logan pressed the red button. The doors in front of him opened up and revealed a laboratory. There were numerous vials with unknown substances in them, but each had a paper just underneath them detailing the progress made. It seemed as though the work they were doing was to produce some sort of biological weapon that would kill instantly, and then revive the dead tissue.
“Well I guess it works, the only problem is, is that is got out when they didn’t want it to.” Logan said to himself as he walked around meticulously studying each of the papers. He stopped suddenly as he approached a large container that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. It had some sort of human-like creature in it. The creature was hooked up to various tubes that were meant to sustain its life while in the liquid. He looked at the paper and read it.
Type CF5-Tyrant.
7/03/98
Fertilized egg (via in-vitro fertilization) is injected with a mixture of the T and G strand of the virus. Fertilized egg is then placed into a female host.
7/04/98
Subject appears to have doubled its growth in a matter of days after artificial insemination into a fertile female host.
7/06/98
The host died during birth, subject was immediately placed into Cryoprotectant
7/07/98
Subject has matured to full growth and is being observed constantly.
The recordings stopped there. Logan looked at the creature; it was the most hideous thing he had ever seen. The characteristics were monstrous, but there was something about it that still made it seem like a human. Its shoulders bore the exposed muscles that had been enhanced from the normal muscle size of any human being. The next biggest difference was the eyes, while shut weren’t really shut because it had snake like eyelids. The only other difference would be that one of the hands was fused together and formed a blade like structure.
Completely shocked and appalled, Logan took out the camera that was issued to him just incase anything like this happened and took numerous pictures of the monster and the research data. He then put the documentation in his bag and turned to walk further into the room. There wasn’t much else but variations of the same monster. He took pictures of each and every one of them as was protocol, but it disturbed him to see these almost human “organisms” that were really infected babies.
At the back of the room there was a door partially hidden by an overturned, presumably, empty capsule. With a great effort, Logan pushed the capsule aside and freed the door. He tried the door, but it was locked.
“Oh what now?” Logan said obviously frustrated. He looked for a switch, but noticed a keycard lock instead. He sighed as he turned to look around the room a keycard that might work. Starting near the door, he worked his way around the room until he finally found one on the lab coat of a dead scientist. He walked back to the door and prayed the card would work. After swiping the card he heard a beep and the lock opening up. Basking in his victory over the door, Logan brought his elbow down to his side in a victory pose.
He didn’t want to waste anymore time so he opened the door and went through. He found himself in what he assumed was the hallway he wanted to go into. Pulling out the GPS, he checked his position and made sure where he was, was where he needed to go. Thankfully, he wasn’t too far off track and was able to change his directions to still get to the surveillance room.
Running through hallway after hallway, he finally reached the Lobby. He reached it, but it had changed drastically. There must have been some sort of battle that occurred here. The benches that were previously cemented to the floor were uprooted and tossed to the other side of the room. There were holes in the walls where the bullets hit, and larger ones where something massive must have collided with the wall. Sparks cascaded down from exposed wires in the ceiling, where the fans and light fixtures were torn from. Blood coated the walls and ceiling in an odd fashion, there were spots that weren’t bloodied as if something had blocked the spatter of the blood. Logan guessed that it was either the thing that he had faced earlier or something much like it.
Logan stopped and began to think that it might have been his men that were in this battle. He turned on his radio and dialed Bradley’s radio.