The Beginning of the End

"We have to leave NOW Johnson." Not until I get my data Carver!" "We leave now or we risk the chance of running into one of the more dangerous subjects!"

Hearing all of this from my spot on the floor right at their feet was nice. Wearing a doctors coat and posing dead is a nice tactic. But I need to leave or the building is going to explode soon. The humans bickering over staying or leaving until the one guard left was somewhat boring seeing how attached to each other humans are. Well now that the guard left time to leave on my own terms.

As I get up I decide to flip all the switches to let all the little creatures free. This is gonna be good… Real good. I stand as all of the beasts rush past me hungry and in blood lust for their oppressors.

"Hrm, it seems that they know who created them, and who set them free. Does this mean they have intelligence?" I ponder.

Well I have intelligence and all I was a puddle on the ground at first... Not the time to debate as of now it's time to get out!

Running out of the facility I wonder just how bad that place actually was in comparison I is going now… Not as bad a place? Well at least I'll be free.

A sound rings out as I feel nothing from the neck down… I've been shot. In the neck by a real sniper not some chump that would've gone for the leg or head. Doesn't mean he's not a jerk though.

Well might as well get up. As I stand up 3 rounds ring out as I'm hit by all sides with bullets. Okay I say as my body does a 180 and I'm now facing up towards the sky seeing nothing but red. Alright then if you want to play then I'll play.

I go ahead and stand up just to be shot 3 times again. No backing down now! I jump about 10 feet in the air as the shots cry out and fly below my feet. I spot the muzzle flash from one of them on a building.

Not a problem; for myself. I race towards the building and jump onto the side of it and race up the side of it my feet smashing the glass and metal in its path. More shots ring out as the snipers try to save their partner, or friend. I jump up the last part of the building to see a very surprised soldier below me. I push my body down and squish him under my feet. Blood fly's from him, he died on impact.

I hear a cry of outrage, of protest of the past events. I see bullets flying at me all of them missing me. I should leave bullets can still kill me if they try hard enough, also pain. These are good reasons to leave.