"Alright." Started former Vietnam helicopter pilot, RJ MacReady, "There's only one way we can find out which one of you is one of these things." He continued slowly. MacReady stood over a group of his colleagues, five in total, all tied to the various furnishings of the Arctic camp's recreation room.
The men nervously looked on as MacReady scrapped away the red tubing covering the copper wire. Finally, to break the silence, Garry, the former manager of the Outpost piped up,
"This test is pure nonsense! It won't prove a thing!" The prior captain protested.
"I knew you'd think that Garry," MacReady breathed as he held the naked wire up to the muzzle of the flamethrower, the heat warming the metal, "You were the only one who could get to that blood. We'll do you last." Mac promised.
The other four men, paranoid and untrusting, looked at one another. Each of them was a potential wolf in sheep's clothing. Windows and Palmer glared at one another, neither of the two were very fond of each other.
Nauls, the youngest and the chef of the group, glanced over at the two dead bodies. Both sprawled out and tied to the ping pong table, feet away from the binded researchers. The young cuisinier turned his attention back to Mac as he raised the red hot cable. He was about to begin.
"Eeny, meeny," Mac harshly pointed the needle towards the pair of corpses in the corner of the room.
"Miny" His hand glided through the air and was towards Child's now, the head mechanic,
"Moe" to Garry next,
"Catch a tiger by the toe," Nauls,
"If he hollers..." Mac pointed towards himself now, the needle inches from his beard,
"Let him go" It was at Palmer now.
"My mother says..." Windows,
"Pick the..." Mac's arm spun around as he pointed to himself again,
"Very best one," He managed to jump his need around the room, gliding past Childs, Garry, and Nauls, every word
"And," It was at Palmer now, who breathed a sigh of relief as the needle shifted back to Windows.
"You are..." Mac froze at the trembling Radio Operator, before his gaze turned back to Palmer,
"It." He concluded. Palmer looked to be in disbelief, starring wide eyed at Mac. A moment of absolute silence passed,
"This is a crock of shit." Muttered Childs, unimpressed. Suddenly Palmer started shaking, the look of shock on his face frozen as his body twitched. The other four living men tied away from him started screaming as his eyes started to bleed, flesh peeling and bubbling as his eyeballs started to inflate. Plamer's face was collapsing in on itself.
"Holy shit!" Mac exclaimed readying his flamethrower, "I cannot believe that worked."