The Wanderer: The Creation V2.0
The following is the first part to the three part prologue to "The Wanderer" It depicts Gore, Curse language, Viral impregnation, Disturbing depictions, Death and Extreme content. The author is in no way at liable in the event of vomiting, utter repulse, shattered nerves, nightmares or the eventual downfall of modern society. The reader, upon opening this page has entered into a contract where they fully realize what they are doing and are fully aware of the consequences. For those of you who enjoy pre-apocalypse - post-apocalypse stories containing transformation and extreme research, please read on. Anyone turned off by any of the above should turn away now.
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The Creation
The silence, the sterility, the utter deathly ambience of the underground laboratory was outstanding, not only that, but was a complete understatement. The haunting silence added a shudder to many an intruder. The many white coated personnel looked like ghosts; most of them were pale, for their skin had not seen the light of day for months. Though they were very pasty, they all had a well groomed look to them. Their hair slicked back with gel and hair spray from their personal quarters, and either done up in a bun or cut short. All of them wore sterile white masks to block out airborne toxins, and their hands garbed in tight, sterile white rubber gloves.
The sheer haunting ambience was too much for most. At least once a day one doctor would have a nervous breakdown and be taken to the 3rd floor, and never be seen from again. Who could blame them literally? The research they were working on down within these floors were highly dangerous and extremely lethal. Many a scientist down here worried about messing up and releasing the strain. One floor down, on the 2nd floor, the screech of monkeys, and the howling of dogs could be heard echoing through the halls, yet not a sound was ever heard on the floor above. The personnel on this floor all wore black. Black lab coats, black trousers, black under jackets... Everything to add to the darkness and severity of this floor. Even every few minutes could you hear the dying whine of dogs, then upon an hour later the heart stopping, monstrosity that was a newly awoken creature would howl and bark its hellhoundly screech. Who could have ever known such things were happening in this facility.
Inside most of the rooms on this floor, were just kennels and pens for animal experiments and new hosts. Many a room was soaked in the heavy crimson that was blood. The eerie smell of iron and rot filled the halls, and rooms with its heavy stain. If these walls could talk, they would speak of unspeakable horrors and bone-chilling monstrosities that had roamed these halls. At one end of this floor sat a room named "Extermination" if you got close to this door you could smell burning rotten bone and meat. The smell would be so intense that you would have gagged and possibly throw up multiple times. Floor 3... Floor three was horror central. You could hear the screams of victims, and yelling of imprisoned personnel shouting for rescue.
"Ahhhhh! Get it out of me!" A woman screamed at the peak of her voice. Her hair was matted with blood and mucus. She was being extremely violated by machine. It had entered her and was emptying a small amount a greenish liquid into her womb. Within minutes she began screaming in pain. On the outside of the room, Scientist draped in grey watched and took notes on clipboards. Each one of them hid their eyes behind black tinted glasses, every pair the exact same as the next. Back inside the room, the machine pulled out from the woman and retracted into the ceiling. The woman was strapped to a bolted down gurney, and her surrounding was like a surgical room. The metal walls were all electrified, and the floor was a sterile white.
Blood began to seep out from the woman; her screams become more and more painful sounding. She was obviously in an immense amount of pain, but the personnel outside of the room were too detached from emotion that they did not care at all. If fact they were the ones whom had started this project in the first place. Project N-Gen was the name and it was turning out to be the most sadistic of all. The patient was strapped to a table of sorts and then impregnated with a synthesized fertilizing agent infused with a viral strain, one that had been created over a month ago. It was a compound discovered when extracting a small amount of DNA from the fossil of a creature shaped like an oval, with a long thin spike-tipped tail, and 3 rows of circling teeth in its mouth. Its salvia had an affect on any creature it attacked.
The chemical in its saliva was a compound later named 9-X, and it had a deathly affect on its victim... it would eat away at any and all living cells in the creatures body and infect the remaining bits into an organism that showed traits of the undead. Its motor skills would lack tremendously and its ability to form translatable dialect was destroyed. It also only showed one basic need... The need to feed. Though the reason behind the infected creature craving living flesh has only been narrowed down to, that is what it needs to live. The infected creature begins to rot and decay as though it was dead.
The scientist that had discovered the compound was a man named Dr. Edgar Farnis. His location, unknown, status... target for extermination. He had discovered the compound and developed it into a viral strain to mimic death, to create creatures for a new world. Back with the room again, the woman's stomach began to gargle, expand slightly and stretch, blood dribbling out of her lower entrance. Her screams at this point at died down to a audible gargle as mucus and small traces of blood overflowed from her mouth. She was alive, but only barely. It was not long until her stomach burst open and revealed a small squirming heap of muscle tissue and sinew. The personnel outside the room winced heavily as blood and meat tissue splattered across the window. The pieces of meat slowly slid down the glass creating streaks of smeared fatty tissue, sinew and blood.
"Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck have we created?" One of the personnel yelled. His faced was painted with an expression of pure disgust. He never meant to defile a human body like this; all he wanted to do was create life to inhabit a new world.
"We have given birth to a new era of evolution! If you want out, do it now." The lead scientist suggested aloud. He turned to his counterpart and looked him in the eyes, through the tinted glasses.
"Yeah... yeah I'm out. I'm going back to the development department and writing up a report that we should scrap this project immediately." Just as the man turned around, the barrel of a Berretta 92FS pressed against the side of his head. He heard the firing pin click and was only able to get out almost two words, "You trait....." before his brain splattered across the wall beside him.
"Fucking Christ, what have you done man? You've just killed our head developer!" The other man shouted, his face painted with panic. He was standing beside a psychopath.
"He was going to have our project scrapped. Congratulations, you've been promoted to Head Developer. Now get a team in there and grab that new born before we lose it." The leader demanded. An eerie smirk was plastered across his face, as well as some of the other mans blood. The man dropped the Berretta and walked away, leaving the other man to his business.
"R-right away... sir." The other man stuttered out. He got down had fumbled at the gun and put it in his pocket. He stood back up and pressed the button of the intercom built into the wall.
"Retrieval Team A, report to floor 3, east wing." He said into the comm. He looked around to find that the group leader was completely out of sight. He looked back down at the man on the floor and then pressed the button again... "Bring a clean-up crew as well"
Already in an elevator, heading for the surface, the team leader was removing his glasses and gloves. His crimson colored eyes the same color as the blood that was splattered across his face. He looked at his attire as the elevator stop at the top level and the door reeled open. He stepped out and began walking towards her room. Many a other personnel looked at him, shocked to see him splattered in blood.
"Fucking fools"
End of Creation