Prologue.
“Test subject X032, is proving unresponsive to the treatment, he is larger then other test subject’s this is currently the leading hypothesis for the ineffectiveness of the drug, other test subjects were terminated by 0.25mg’s however, we believe we’ve exhausted all option’s and moving to increase X0032’s dosage to 0.25mg in hope’s test subject will become a viable host for the virus, Record.”
The white rubber glove squeaked as the frail hand in habiting it, wrapped around a syringe, another white gloved hand reached for a small brown bottle with a white label, inside a clear liquid sloshed about, as the needle punctured the rubber film that contained the content’s of the small brown bottle.
The syringe was armed with its clear liquid and gliding towards its target’s arm, a man lay in on a hospital style bed.
He used to be an operative in the British special forces, his tattoo that adorned his shoulder was three skull’s with parachutes attached most likely a symbol of his regiment.
The man sweated as the needle approached his arm, a White rubber gloved hand clasped his shoulder, the muscles in it tensed as the man pulled at his restraint’s it was no good he couldn’t break them.
“Computer X0032’s treatment was administered at exactly 0551 hour’s Record.”
The needle pierced the man’s fore arm, as the metal penetrated into his vein, he could feel the content’s of the syringe empty into his body it felt warm, his vision blurred and his chest felt tight.
The soldier tried to yell but no air would leave his lung’s he felt like his chest would explode.
The man opened his mouth to scream again but still air wouldn’t escape him.
Fear streamed down the man’s face, in the form of tears leaving clean streaks across the man’s dirt covered cheeks.
“Computer, test subject X0032 seems to be experiencing some kind of asphyxiation, I’m about to infect X0032 with the disease, Record.”
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