So I'm doing a pretty big time skip here, because I wanna keep the story moving and start to get to the meaty bits of the story. Nothing else happens down there, so I'm not just gonna have him down there for another 20 chapters.
The next two weeks passed by without anything new happening. There were about half a dozen deaths, and my transformation had progressed pretty far, but other than that, nothing.
My human legs were completely gone. Replaced by the hocked vulpine legs of a Zoroark. My feet and five clawed toes, had turned into paws and three clawed toes. Let me tell you, it took about two days to get used to the new center of gravity, and the paws instead of feet. I kept stumbling over my own two… paws. One time I even tripped, and fell face first into my door. Had a real bitch of a headache after that.
I also gave up on wearing underwear because it screwed with my fur too much. Still wore shorts for a sense of decency. Not that I needed to though. My privates were hidden under a patch of fur that kept them concealed unless I was using the bathroom or aroused.
Speaking of privates, on the 1st of July, I stepped into the bathroom to pee, but something felt different. So I looked down.
"Ah. That's changed too I see."
Not that it really mattered. At this point in my life I never considered having kids, having sex, or even having a relationship. I was a virgin and I really didn't give a shit. So the canine cock didn't exactly bum me out or spoil my chances with the ladies. They were still zero.
Katriel and I conversed every night, but about the only thing interesting that I learned other than just some personal info, was that her father was a scientist at this base, and that when she showed him that her hair had taken on seemingly natural green tips, she woke up in that cage.
I had come up with a way to get out some time ago, but I waited to go for it. To this day, I'm not sure if I was working up courage, or just letting a bit of insanity develop.
I had just woken up on July 2nd…
I was getting out of there come hell or high water on that day. I didn't care what I had to do. I was sick and tired of being trapped in there. I felt like a caged animal! And no I am not referring to the fact that I was turning into a goddamned fox!
I knew how to go about it. The secret lay with the soldier who was down here with us. He had an M16 Assault Rifle. If I could just get my hands on it, and his keycard, I'm certain I could get out of here and rescue Katriel. I was resourceful and a quick thinker. I could do this.
I decided to wait until lunch time. When he sat down, he always set the gun next to him, and he seemed to let his guard down. I could take advantage, I was sure of that too.
When the food was sent down, everyone grabbed some and sat down to eat, with the solider, as always, getting first pick, and everyone else after. I decided to watch him, and see where he went now, so it wouldn't seem like I was looking for him later. Any risk I could avoid taking was helpful.
He sat down at a bench not far from where the food was and as I expected, he set the gun down. Butt on the ground and the muzzle in the air. Perfect. Hopefully it would be over before he could reach for it.
I walked up, pushed my way through a bit, grabbed a tray, put some food on it, though I didn't know what I had out on, I wasn't really concerned with that, grabbed a steak knife, and made my way over to him.
I sat down directly across from him, and he did raise an eye and look up a slight bit, but he didn't say or do anything else.
I gripped the knife in my right hand, and held it tightly. This was it. If I didn't pull this off, I would surely die.
My heart was beating loudly in my pointed ears. I felt a drop of sweat bead down my forehead. I felt unusually warm.
I had to do this now. If I waited any longer, I ran the risk of him noticing my nervous symptoms and growing suspicious.
In an instant, I leapt across the table, tackled him off the bench, and began stabbing him in the throat with a wild yell. Blood was spraying out of every wound I put in his neck, and in just a couple seconds, I had probably placed 10-12 stab wounds. Some of it sprayed across my face and all over my shirt. A good bit even got into my mouth, but high on adrenaline, I barely noticed.
It was all over in seconds. I don't even know how much of what happened had time to register in his brain before he died. He didn't react fast enough to put up any sort of a struggle, and the only sound he made was a gurgling hiss as air and blood escaped his open neck wounds.
That was it.
I had killed.
I had killed in cold blood.
That soldier I killed, never did anything to me. To any of us. Everything he did was just following orders. He had never harmed us, and I murdered him with a steak knife. Very violently I might add.
I leaned back a bit. The weight of what I had just done finally sunk in, and for a moment, I think I was in shock. I had always believed myself capable of murder due to my lack of care for people I didn't know, but the fact that it came so easy to me, surprised even me a bit.
I wiped my face with my shirt, not that it did that much good.
I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually I came to, and when I looked around, everyone was staring at me in absolute terror. They were afraid of me. Afraid of what I could do to them. Of the fact that I could kill them, especially now that I had the solider's M16 in arms reach. Which I did reach for, and when my hands touched the stock, a sense of grandeur overwhelmed me. I felt like I could take on anything. I had all the power now. Perhaps this was the first time the Zoroark in me came out, if only a bit briefly, but I can't say for certain. I turned back to the others in the room. My voice was calm and even. Perhaps a bad idea considering I just killed. It probably made it seem like I didn't care, which, I didn't to be honest, but perhaps I shouldn't have acted like that.
"Anyone who wants to escape with me is welcome. If you wanna stay down here, I couldn't give two shits, but I'm getting the fuck out of here."
I grabbed the soldier's keycard and got up. I looked at the assault rifle and flicked the switch from safe, to semi. What this means, is that it'll fire when I pull the trigger, but only one round each time. The guy only had one extra magazine on him, so this would be a better choice than full auto as it'll conserve my ammo better. I knelt down and grabbed the extra magazine, clipped it to my shorts, and walked to the door.
Nobody followed me. I was on my own. That was perfectly fine by me. Just less people to get in my way.
I flashed the Corporal's keycard over the sensor, the light turned green, and for the first time in I about three weeks, I stepped out of that room. I took a deep breath, and focused my thoughts. I seriously hope Katriel picked up on it. This was the first time I'd ever try reach out to her.
'Katriel, can you hear me? I'm out of the room. I'm coming to get you.'
My hopes were answered quite quickly as she responded almost immediately.
'You- you mean that!? Thank you Grey! I can't wait to see outside this place again!
'Just hang on. I'll be there soon. I'm gonna kill any scientists I see for what they've done here. What they've done to you. If you hear the gunfire let me know.'
'Yeah ok. Please hurry.'
I wandered the halls for a few minutes. To be honest, I was just wandering for the sake of it. I was trying to decide on what to do. I was having second thoughts on what to do. Search for Katriel, or say fuck it and try to get out?
After just a couple seconds, my brain, or at least the Zoroark part of it, responded by calling me a fucking idiot and that she was my friend. So I quickly decided to try and find her.
After some time, I found a man in a lab coat.
He didn't seem to have seen me. His face was buried in some paperwork.
In fact, he never saw me.
I raised the gun, pointed the sights at his head, and pulled the trigger. The report rang out, lightly stinging my sensitive fox ears, and the bullet slammed into his skull. Blood, bone fragments, and brain matter coating the floor behind him.
This time, I didn't feel anything. I had numbed myself to killing already. This showed just how little I cared about people I didn't know. If your death didn't affect me emotionally, it meant nothing to me. Although, perhaps this was the Zoroark that I was turning into that affected me. The cold decisions of a predator trying to save someone it cares about. I'll never know for certain.
My next breath came out like normal. There was nothing to it. In my mind, they weren't humans. Just targets for me to knock down.
'GREY! I HEARD THAT! RIGHT OUTSIDE ON MY LEFT SIDE! YOU'RE RIGHT HERE!'
Katriel sounded so eager, so happy. She was about to see outside of that damned place for the first time in months.
'Is there anyone in the room with you?'
'I don't see anyone, and I can't hear anyone. I think I'm alone here.'
Guessing that the card I stole from my first victim wouldn't work, I ran over to the scientist and stole his too. I flashed that one over the scanner. Green light, open door.
There was a large sign on the door that warned that gas masks were "required." She was either infected like me, or something just as bad. It couldn't be that going in without one would instantly kill you, because Katriel was in here, and if she had been wearing one, I'm certain she'd have said something.
I held the rifle tightly against my shoulder, aiming down the sighs as the room revealed itself. Swinging the gun around like a spec ops veteran, but there was no need. The room was empty. Just as Katriel said.
"GREY! OVER HERE!"
Over on the left of the room was a sort of cage made out of clear material. The door was protected, not by a card scanner, but by a keypad. Inside, was a seemingly normal human girl. Probably… 15… 16? I couldn't tell. Blonde hair, but it had some hints of green, ruby eyes, and she was wearing normal, casual clothing. She didn't look that healthy. She seemed a bit too thin, and she looked like she hadn't had a proper night's sleep in a while. Her eyes seeming a bit tired despite the excitement.
"Katriel. It's good to see you finally. Now let's get you out of there."
"Not gonna be easy. 3 inches of bulletproof glass and electronically locked by a 10 digit code only the facility's top three personnel kno-"
BANG!
I shot the keypad, which caused the door to lose power, and open.
"…Or you could do that."
Katriel walked to the open door, and stood there, still in the cage, for a few moments. Seemingly unsure of herself, before she broke out into a huge smile. She lunged through the door and embraced me in a tight hug. I let the gun hang in my right hand, as I wrapped my left arm around her and squeezed lightly.
"Thank you. You came for me. You could've just left me there but you decided to save me. I will never forget this. Thank you so very much Grey."
"It was nothing rea-"
BRRRRRRRN BRRRRRRN BRRRRRRN!
An alarm blared out, and an artificial voice rang out as the alarm countinued to sound.
"WARNING! CONTAIMENT FACILITY POWER OFFLINE! ALL INFECTED INDIVIDUALS HAVE ESCAPED! QUARANTINE HAS BEEN BREACHED! PERMANENT LOCKDOWN PROCESS INITIATED! THE DOOR TO THE OUTSIDE WILL SEAL IN 15 MINUTES! ALL PERSONNEL INSIDE AFTER DOOR HAS CLOSED WILL BE TRAPPED HERE FOREVER!"
I smacked my mouth.
"Well… that's probably not good."
