Katanda

It's only about 1400 words, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. I didn't want to go with the usual story, people surviving the outbreak, so I decided to delve deeper into the pre-outbreak, when the virus is being created and tested on human beings (in preparation for use as biological weapons)


Three more. Three more. Three more. Three more.
The single thought played in a constant loop through the man's mind, gazing upon the labyrinth that lay before him. The lights reflected off of the bleached white, making the gray walls in front of him appear to float in a sea of nothingness. Behind him, a white-coat (as he called them) lay motionless, staining the ground around him with his red water. His eyes still had the look of fear engraved upon them.
His right eye twitched, blood encrusted teeth showing underneath a snarl growing on his face. His dried lips had already split in several locations, although none of the areas appeared to be bleeding. His blue jumpsuit held its ground, despite the severity of previous events.
A neon blue arrow pointed precariously towards the exit, shining over a giant maze. The man took no notice to the loose flaps of skin hanging off of his left arm and part of his face, and charged the maze head on. With a burst of speed, raising his shoulder up and bracing for impact, the man crashed through the first wall, the second, and onward, without hesitance. His eyes did not falter from the ultimate goal.
With each passing blow, a small piece of blue from his outfit would tear off. Rope burn scarred his wrists, ankles, and neck, arms covered in small puncture marks. His head did not have any hair, covered instead by a small patch of plastic objects that suctioned to each side. His ears had small indentations on them, as though they had been bitten over time by small rodents. The last wall through the maze smashed, the man came to a sudden and abrupt halt.
He could not have stopped for a rest, such actions were not necessary. Eyes gazing upon the new room in front of him, an small room about the size of his kitchen, with another door as well as a small table with various objects scattered on top of it. Taking long strides, hardly noticing an ominous buzzing sound, the man made it to the door quickly, and reached for the knob. Just as quickly, his hand withdrew. He had caught sight of the door handle, or to be more precise, what was on the door handle. A small lightning bolt, a single image that had been burned into his skull in a previous room.
Looking around the room, the man turned and continued towards the table centered just a few feet away from the door. On the table lay a box and several small objects. On the top of the box was four indentations, with a different shape represented by each hole. His eyes fell to the four objects; a square, a three sided object, one he couldn't identify, and a ball.
Carefully, he first picked up the square and fit it into the corresponding hole. The same with the three sided piece. His eyes fell on the ball, and the fourth piece. The two pieces looked so similar, but different all the same. The second piece was just like the first, except cut in half. They were the same thing, the holes looked exactly the same. With one piece in each hand, the man looked back and forth, over and over, from the holes to the piece, piece to the holes.
Both pieces fell to the floor, his hands clenching into fists. With all of his strength he drew his arms up and slammed them down on the table, only to be thrown back by a resonating force coming from within. Picking himself off of the ground, he returned to his station, and picked up the two pieces that had been rolling around on the floor.
Eyes gazed from the pieces to the holes, and found that one of the holes, while the same shape, was significantly smaller than the other. Taking the half ball, the man stuffed the piece into the smaller hole, taking care to put the ball into the bigger hole with an almost polite neatness. The box, previously a shiny color, had turned dark, the buzzing in the room had come to a sudden stop, leaving the room strangely quiet.
Brows furrowed, the man moved on through the door, now without hesitation. He had reached the three more. Once again, finding himself in a familiar looking room, his gaze turned towards the man sitting in a chair in the center of the room. This man was different from the rest, he was not a white-coat, instead wearing a full suit of black, his eyes covered by sunglasses.
Stopping himself short, the man in the suit smiled at him, a small, toothless smile that showed little emotion if any at all. His hands were folded in his lap, elbows on the arms of the chair. Next to the chair was a small table, with a piece of paper on it. As if he noticed the man's gaze, he snatched up the paper, stood up, and began pacing on his side of the room.
“I've been looking at the chart. You have made excellent progress” The man in the suit was unafraid of him, his voice did not shake when he spoke, unlike the white-coats. “There are some areas of improvement, but I am sure that will all be phased out with time.” With those final words, the man in the suit took a large pistol out of his pocket, aimed for the head, and fired.

Behind a two way mirror, with visible access to every room surrounding it, sat about a dozen or so scientists, every one of them either scribbling notes on a clip board, running tests on a computer, or studying diagrams. The man in the suit walked in through the last door, and smoothed out his blond hair. Removing his glasses, he approached the only scientist dressed different from the others, handing him the same paper he had been looking at previously.
He continued to a computer terminal at the end of the room, activating the rather large screen. A large beefy man with a cigar, a buzz cut, and no neck appeared on the screen, glaring down at the man in the suit with a look of utter contempt. When the man in the suit smiled back at him, his eyes lit up, scowl turning into a toothy grin.
“What do you have for me?” He asked, if not demanded, through puffs of his cigar.
“The test subject has fared exactly as we had expected. Throughout the tests, the results have shown increased mental capacity, with reasoning, memory, and processing skills intact at a satisfactory level. Physical capabilities have not changed, and the subject was able to get through all of the tests at a satisfactory level, while still being, erm, containable.”
Both men smirked at this statement. Behind them, one of the scientists was holding a name tag, talking on the phone in a forced sympathetic tone, expressing apologies and dodging explanation. The two men continued discussing,
“They will, of course, need leaders to guide them. however they should be easy to implement.” The man on the screen continued, apparently reading something out of view, “Our tests of groups show that they converge upon the biggest and ugliest of the group. If we can manipulate him, we can have them all under our control in a matter of months.”
“It will take several months for us to replicate this into an airborne form. Afterward, I will send you notice when the vessel is sent to the surface.” The man in the suit reassured the screen, which had gone blank only moments after he had finished speaking. Turning towards the scientists, who had been listening in on his conversation, he beckoned them all back to their stations. There was a lot of work to be done.


Note: This piece of work was submitted by author initials C.E.W as a piece of work for class 310:OB. Not plagarism kthnxbye

MyNameDidntFit

Very well done!
A quite different take on the situation than most zombie stories. I enjoyed seeing an infected's POV that wasn't; "Oh damn, I'm hungry. I should eat people".

Great work.


Oh, and congratulations on being the first to enter.

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noobhunter001

Very NICE!

I thought this was a unique story.

There were some big words lol..i didnt understand most of those words *young*

But that was a good story. Very descriptive.

First story....I hate you lol j/p

Congrats on that

Looks like we are the only 2 so far that have finished...mine is far different than urs...I started about 2 minutes after I had read the Contest thread, but was grounded lol....sucks

Once again..good job and good luck!

Joshyboy

It's a good story mate, no doubt, but i'll probably win. No offense, just warning you, know what i mean.

Leroy

Don't assume anything. You don't know whos going to win. Maybe I should now start one for more competition.

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MyNameDidntFit

Go for it, the more the merrier.

What if he does know?
What if he's like psychic! OMG! ARGH! HE KNOWS WHAT I'M THINKING BEFORE I THINK IT!!!

Ahem. Sorry.

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TheDark12

Pretty good story, well done!