March 23, 1944 – Test Subject Two
The subject has gone completely mad. I walked into the room and he began thrashing and snarling against the restraints. He screamed like an animal, and foamed at the mouth. It scared me so that I threw my briefcase at him, but it merely glanced off of him, and he struggled on, unfazed.
I was forced to euthanize him.
One quick dose from a air pistol injected needle, and he slowly quieted and slumped down. He was dead, but his eyes still looked madly into whatever universe he was staring into, and finally, I had to throw a blanket over him and flee.
Two experiments, failed. Though not entirely. I have learned what I needed to know, and I see now that the serum relies almost on as much on the subject as it does on the formula. The man I had first brought in was of a quiet disposition, and so he died in his own way, with spasms, a scream, and then silence. The second man was violent and very angry, and so he died that way. With a mad look and foaming jaw. I need a good man for the experiment — a survivor and a cold killer — and I already have my eye set on one.
I shall bring him in later, after one more experiment, just to make sure that my theories are correct. Because, of course, if I bring in a cold killer and a survivor, his death will most likely result in mine as well.
A. Zola