building.
Taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts, he came to the conclusion that they must have created a virus. Each person that was attacked in most cases should have died, yet they managed to survive only to become an attacker themselves.
“The formula survives independently and replicates itself as it is spread to a new host,” he said to himself quietly. “That does not explain why they are so violent though. There must be a way to stop this.”
Brian managed to wiggle the vent cover loose and pulled it through the opening. There was no movement on the floor. He lowered himself down and dropped the remaining two feet to the ground. Quickly glancing around to make sure there was no one left that needed his help or that there was no one who would try to tear him apart.
He made his way back to the lab they were working in. The floor was slick with blood. The only body that remained was that of Greg. Brian knelt down beside his friend. The bullet holes in his chest pooled with fresh blood.
Brian grabbed some of the research folders and stuffed them in his briefcase. Most of the notes were kept on his personal netbook even though this was against company policy. He picked this up along with the scalpel he had dropped and made his way to the security office.
Plugging his netbook into the surveillance system using the USB port he began to transfer the security footage from the past hour to his computer. From what he could make out, Lawrence and another man were the only ones left, and they had made their way to the first floor. Lawrence was working on the panel.
In a panic Brian pressed the button for the intercom system. “Lawrence you have to stop right now while we have this contained to the building.” His voice boomed over the intercom. Lawrence did not slow his progress.
“Damn it!” Brian slammed the microphone down on the table. He only broadcast to the fifth floor. “Surely there is a way to contact the other floors from here.” He looked at the intercom box hoping for some sort of switch. There wasn’t one. He picked up the phone and dialed the number for the front desk. Although he couldn’t hear it over the surveillance it caused Lawrence to turn.
Brian did not want to see any more death today, but if distracting this man long enough for him to be killed could keep this contamination from spreading than he could deal with that. He watched as Lawrence returned to his work. The other man with him shouted continuously with fear on his face.
A security officer from one of the lower floors reached the man. Brian was glad there was no sound through the video. The officer ripped at the man’s face and punched at his chest. A morbid relief washed over Brian as he saw the two others come onto the screen and reach out for Lawrence. This threat would be contained . Although his heart sunk at the loss of his friends, a smile appeared subtly on his lips. As the first of the attackers dug into Lawrence’s back, however, the door to the main lobby swung open and sunlight cast a glare on the rest of the gruesome scene.
The smile disappeared as his face contorted in terror. He let out a defeated scream and slammed his already bloody fist into the wall beside him. The last of the surveillance video was uploaded to his netbook. He disconnected it and reached for the phone. His last chance would be to call the police and hope they could contain this before it spread too far.
Placing the phone to his ear he pressed the buttons on the keypad. On the second ring a woman picked up and spoke in a calm and soothing voice. ”Nine-One-One, what is the nature of your emergency?”
Sam came into view from out of nowhere causing Brian to drop the phone and hurdle the desk before he could be grabbed. “Can you understand me, Samuel?” Brian stretched his arm out in a defensive position.
“I believe I can help you, Sam. Would you like me to help you?”
The boy looked as though he had not understood any of what
Taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts, he came to the conclusion that they must have created a virus. Each person that was attacked in most cases should have died, yet they managed to survive only to become an attacker themselves.
“The formula survives independently and replicates itself as it is spread to a new host,” he said to himself quietly. “That does not explain why they are so violent though. There must be a way to stop this.”
Brian managed to wiggle the vent cover loose and pulled it through the opening. There was no movement on the floor. He lowered himself down and dropped the remaining two feet to the ground. Quickly glancing around to make sure there was no one left that needed his help or that there was no one who would try to tear him apart.
He made his way back to the lab they were working in. The floor was slick with blood. The only body that remained was that of Greg. Brian knelt down beside his friend. The bullet holes in his chest pooled with fresh blood.
Brian grabbed some of the research folders and stuffed them in his briefcase. Most of the notes were kept on his personal netbook even though this was against company policy. He picked this up along with the scalpel he had dropped and made his way to the security office.
Plugging his netbook into the surveillance system using the USB port he began to transfer the security footage from the past hour to his computer. From what he could make out, Lawrence and another man were the only ones left, and they had made their way to the first floor. Lawrence was working on the panel.
In a panic Brian pressed the button for the intercom system. “Lawrence you have to stop right now while we have this contained to the building.” His voice boomed over the intercom. Lawrence did not slow his progress.
“Damn it!” Brian slammed the microphone down on the table. He only broadcast to the fifth floor. “Surely there is a way to contact the other floors from here.” He looked at the intercom box hoping for some sort of switch. There wasn’t one. He picked up the phone and dialed the number for the front desk. Although he couldn’t hear it over the surveillance it caused Lawrence to turn.
Brian did not want to see any more death today, but if distracting this man long enough for him to be killed could keep this contamination from spreading than he could deal with that. He watched as Lawrence returned to his work. The other man with him shouted continuously with fear on his face.
A security officer from one of the lower floors reached the man. Brian was glad there was no sound through the video. The officer ripped at the man’s face and punched at his chest. A morbid relief washed over Brian as he saw the two others come onto the screen and reach out for Lawrence. This threat would be contained . Although his heart sunk at the loss of his friends, a smile appeared subtly on his lips. As the first of the attackers dug into Lawrence’s back, however, the door to the main lobby swung open and sunlight cast a glare on the rest of the gruesome scene.
The smile disappeared as his face contorted in terror. He let out a defeated scream and slammed his already bloody fist into the wall beside him. The last of the surveillance video was uploaded to his netbook. He disconnected it and reached for the phone. His last chance would be to call the police and hope they could contain this before it spread too far.
Placing the phone to his ear he pressed the buttons on the keypad. On the second ring a woman picked up and spoke in a calm and soothing voice. ”Nine-One-One, what is the nature of your emergency?”
Sam came into view from out of nowhere causing Brian to drop the phone and hurdle the desk before he could be grabbed. “Can you understand me, Samuel?” Brian stretched his arm out in a defensive position.
“I believe I can help you, Sam. Would you like me to help you?”
The boy looked as though he had not understood any of what
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