Experimental
Introduction

Dear Journal From The Asshole Doctor,

(Since they are sorta threatening me, I am writing something down...)

When I was brought to the base, I never would have imagined my captors were the military. Sure enough, though, when they untied my blind fold, I was in a medium-sized room with several other people. Some of them were definitely military, though I could only guess which branch. The ones who were not military looked as confused as I felt, and they, much like myself, were tied to a chair.

I observed them. They were a diverse bunch. None of them looked like they had anything in common, especially not with me. Well, now I know better, because the military guy told us exactly what we have in common: we are their little guniea pigs for a new virus.

Apparently, the military lab got ahold of this really weird virus. It mutates constantly and with no obvious reason. The head honcho wanted the opportunity to test it on a group of people with dissimilar body conditions. Since they also wanted to keep everything "hush-hush", they had illegally gathered their experiments-to-be, aka me and the other non-military people.

Shortly after he explained the situtation to us, Sergeant Asshole forced us to introduce ourselves. Kindergarten all over again.

The first one to (figuratively, since they refused to untie us) step up to the plate was this obese man. His name was- is, technically, Roger. Before this shit happened, he worked at a law firm with no wife or kids at home. He once had Balto, his pet husky, who died of cancer a few years ago(I felt a twinge of sympathy for him; my mother passed on just eight months ago. Lung cancer. From years of abusing the cancer sticks.).

Regardless of our similar losses, I can't help but find him grotesque. His cheeks bare resemblance to a chipmunk, and his belt appears ready to bust at any given moment. He also burps. A lot. Disgusting.

Next up was a bulky, cranky jerk named Jason. He basically spat at us about how he was a college quarterback. Taking one good look at him and referring back to my health class, I could just tell who his good buddies were: steroids.

So, basically, the military recruited a pig and a junkee for their experiment. Fucked up, but hey! Whatever makes them happy.

The next one was a girl about high-school age. Bone-thin, yet based off the clothes she was wearing, freakin' rich as hell. Which explains her boobs. Talk about getting some nice work done. Her name is Samantha. Too moody for my tastes, but I guess she was nice enough during the "Hi-my-name-is-so-and-so.." session.

Freddy went after her. He told us about how he used to be a jockey and how he now runs a global office. During his story, he kept bursting into random giggling fits. One of the officers actually tranquilized him when he started getting out of control and told us he had been a jockey until a hoof to the head landed him in Crazy Town.

They made me go next. I hated how everyone looked at me, especially this smug little bitch with saggy tits and a shirt far too tight around her bulging belly. I later learned her name is Crystal and that she had recently been putting up a fight against bulimia.

Anyways, when they made me go, my mouth went dry. Compared to the freaks, weirdos, or nasties surrounding me, I am a total plain Jane. No mental issues, physically average, blah, blah, blah.

"My name's Molly," I told them, nodding apathetically. "I'm in my first year of college, working for my degree in... uh... You know, let's go to the next person."

Luckily, they did. Even the military found me boring, evidently.

The next three guys- Leon, Wally, and William- are fairly average teens. Leon loves and participates in parkour, Wally is a heavy smoker, and William plays tackle football. Leon and Wally were by far the most attractive people there, too. The military guys either looked pissed or snobbish, and everyone else was flawed in some way, including me. Like I said: plain Jane.

My hair is shoulder-length brown, and I have brown eyes. Average build, bust, and a slightly freckled complexion with one or two zits. Yeah... I hate my appearance, but God gave me the body he did. So whatever.

Back to the point!

Leon is maybe on the short side, but he has a cute face with ash blonde hair in a shaggy cut. His eyes are a dark green,and his skin is fairly flawless, minus a scar on the bridge of his nose.

Wally, on the other hand, is quite tall. About 6'2. And though his teeth are a tad crooked on bottom and his skin is marred with scars from who-knows-what, he is just all-around good-looking. A heart-breaker, I can tell. In fact, where Leon has a boyish charm, Wally looks like he could be a college student with his air of maturity.

Man, I hate seniors. Even when I am older than them, they still draw me in. Stupid boys. Stupid, attractive senior boys.

Okay, so after the stupid introductions, they basically shoved us each into our own cage. Glass walls so they can observe us and we can see each other. They then injected their fucking virus into us and untied our feet and hands. Once they were out of the cages, they left.

Now I am writing in a journal the doctor guy gave me and all the others. They say we are supposed to write on how we feel physically, mentally, and emotionally. Yeah, well, I do not intend to be helpful. At least not until they feed me. 'Cause I am STARVING.

Sincerly,
Specimen #9 (which is apparently my new "title")
Molly Gordon

A/N: Hope you enjoy some pre-apocalypse L4D-ness. :)

Please do. Enjoy, that is. :)