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voice echoed with a death rattle, long drawn out exhales of what had to be putrid breath from dead lungs.
What he said made it all the more horrible.
“Help me,” he hissed in that singular voice. “Help me.”
“You know there’s no help for him, right?” John looked at her.
“Of course there is. It’s a one-two shot to the back of the head.”
He laughed. “I’m glad you’re not on about putting him down humanely. I don’t know that anyone should get that close.”
“I don’t know that it would work.” She wasn’t sure if it was fear or bile crawling up the back of her throat. “And a bullet to the cerebellum is pretty humane.”
He pressed himself more fully against the glass, his dead, white eyes fixed on her. They seemed to bore under her clothes, under her skin, and deep into the meat—meat he wanted to mash between those awful jaws.
As they watched, he began to bash his head against the door with all the supernatural strength in his reanimated body.
Smash after smash against the door bloodied his head. There was an audible crack to his skull, but it didn’t stop him. He licked at the gore on the window, devouring those bits of himself with a manic glee. All the while, he continued to watch Elizabeth.
She could practically feel his teeth tearing into her.
And he smiled. He grinned, a stretched maw, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
For all she knew, maybe he did.
“What’s going on with the other subjects? Were they all injected with PrPM3 before transport?” Elizabeth tried to pull up the vid feeds on the comm.
“No, only three of them. They were part of another study at the installation in Athens. Or that’s what it’s showing in the file.”
“So can we pull up the vids of what happened on transport? Why was this man killed?”
Polidori began typing, entered his clearance code and the vids from the transport came up. They showed nothing out of the ordinary until she saw a woman she recognized from her case files.
“Oh my god, stop it. Stop it there!” She pointed at the screen. “Zoom in on her. Dressed like security detail, but look, just there at the back of her neck.”
“Fuck,” Polidori hissed. “If that tattoo is any indication, she’s X.”
X was a group of paranormal militants that wanted to lift the veil, wanted to stop hiding in the shadows. They wanted to bring all of their kind out into the light so to speak.
That would induce a mass panic and anarchy that the world wouldn’t survive. At least, not the world of humans.
Leaving a vacuum for the paranormals to step in and take over. Humans would be used as slaves and livestock—the various secret organizations who worked within this world to protect humankind fought a constant battle.
They continued the playback and watched as the woman injected their test subject with something and then broke his neck with a quick snap. She looked up at the camera and smiled before injecting three other subjects.
She’d still be in containment with them.
How many others had she injected? What was that shit?
“Damn it,” she growled.
“We have to get a sample,” John said what they were both thinking. “I’ll go back in. He’s not going to hurt me.”
“I’m going to call security and let them know we have a breach.”
“Let me get the sample first. Whatever this stuff was, we need to know. If we call for a lockdown, we’ll never know, but that crap will still be out there, a ticking bomb.”
“You’re right.” Elizabeth scrubbed a hand over her face and sighed. “Okay, so you’re going back in. What can I do?”
“There’s a secret compartment behind the cabinet.” Polidori pointed. “Open it.”
“Can’t you?” She narrowed her eyes.
“There’s a weapon in there that will key to your biometrics. You need to open it so it will key to you. I don’t need it. I have my own weapons.” He clicked his teeth together to accentuate his meaning.
He stood precariously close to
What he said made it all the more horrible.
“Help me,” he hissed in that singular voice. “Help me.”
“You know there’s no help for him, right?” John looked at her.
“Of course there is. It’s a one-two shot to the back of the head.”
He laughed. “I’m glad you’re not on about putting him down humanely. I don’t know that anyone should get that close.”
“I don’t know that it would work.” She wasn’t sure if it was fear or bile crawling up the back of her throat. “And a bullet to the cerebellum is pretty humane.”
He pressed himself more fully against the glass, his dead, white eyes fixed on her. They seemed to bore under her clothes, under her skin, and deep into the meat—meat he wanted to mash between those awful jaws.
As they watched, he began to bash his head against the door with all the supernatural strength in his reanimated body.
Smash after smash against the door bloodied his head. There was an audible crack to his skull, but it didn’t stop him. He licked at the gore on the window, devouring those bits of himself with a manic glee. All the while, he continued to watch Elizabeth.
She could practically feel his teeth tearing into her.
And he smiled. He grinned, a stretched maw, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
For all she knew, maybe he did.
“What’s going on with the other subjects? Were they all injected with PrPM3 before transport?” Elizabeth tried to pull up the vid feeds on the comm.
“No, only three of them. They were part of another study at the installation in Athens. Or that’s what it’s showing in the file.”
“So can we pull up the vids of what happened on transport? Why was this man killed?”
Polidori began typing, entered his clearance code and the vids from the transport came up. They showed nothing out of the ordinary until she saw a woman she recognized from her case files.
“Oh my god, stop it. Stop it there!” She pointed at the screen. “Zoom in on her. Dressed like security detail, but look, just there at the back of her neck.”
“Fuck,” Polidori hissed. “If that tattoo is any indication, she’s X.”
X was a group of paranormal militants that wanted to lift the veil, wanted to stop hiding in the shadows. They wanted to bring all of their kind out into the light so to speak.
That would induce a mass panic and anarchy that the world wouldn’t survive. At least, not the world of humans.
Leaving a vacuum for the paranormals to step in and take over. Humans would be used as slaves and livestock—the various secret organizations who worked within this world to protect humankind fought a constant battle.
They continued the playback and watched as the woman injected their test subject with something and then broke his neck with a quick snap. She looked up at the camera and smiled before injecting three other subjects.
She’d still be in containment with them.
How many others had she injected? What was that shit?
“Damn it,” she growled.
“We have to get a sample,” John said what they were both thinking. “I’ll go back in. He’s not going to hurt me.”
“I’m going to call security and let them know we have a breach.”
“Let me get the sample first. Whatever this stuff was, we need to know. If we call for a lockdown, we’ll never know, but that crap will still be out there, a ticking bomb.”
“You’re right.” Elizabeth scrubbed a hand over her face and sighed. “Okay, so you’re going back in. What can I do?”
“There’s a secret compartment behind the cabinet.” Polidori pointed. “Open it.”
“Can’t you?” She narrowed her eyes.
“There’s a weapon in there that will key to your biometrics. You need to open it so it will key to you. I don’t need it. I have my own weapons.” He clicked his teeth together to accentuate his meaning.
He stood precariously close to
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