Glynnis stirred shakily as she dreamt of the horrible faces of the patients she and Curt tried to treat. They were so horrible. She could feel the hands grabbing at her violently. One even bit her deeply, so deeply that she screamed and jumped awake only to realize that the doctors in the laboratory were sticking her with more needles to see how she, Curt, and the others would respond to direct exposure to the T-virus. So far as she could tell, She was the only subject out of the group to wake up. The others that she could see through tha parallel chambers still slept.
Glynnis moved to speak, but she felt some sort of tube in her mouth. She struggled to shake herself freee by moving from side to side, but she only drew the attention and restraining efforts of her observers in the lab.
" No-no, my dear," Dr. Spencer said." We can't have you getting loose, now can we?"
"Ummmmmmmhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was the sound that Glynnis made despite the fact that her mind shouted get me out of here.
" You need to behave yourself," Spencer chided condescendingly." This is important, and we need you to cooperate with us.It appears that your little solution has enabled you to resist the virus, even when we subject you and the others to highly concentrated doses of the disease. We need to know what makes the vaccine act so rapidly. The T-virus is a major breakthrough, and we can't have anything jeopardize its potential. If you and your friends continue to resist it, then we will have to dispose of the entire lot of you. You see, your continued survival means that the T-virus becomes merely just another deadly disease, like say Ebola or Marburg, and letting such a thing happen would simply demean the T-virus in every sense. But don't fret, keep your hopes up; maybe, through some sort of miracle, you and your friends may mutate" After pausing and then looking at her watch she said with resignation in her tone,". I've really enjoyed our little talk, but I really must be going. I have more pressing engagements to see to. Good day, Dr. Anderson."
Glynnis cried for hours as they stuck and probed her then probed and stuck her. After a while, she decided to give up and to go back to sleep. What was the use of fighting or staying awake? There was nothing to hope for besides becoming one of Umbrella's freaks versus dying. As she slept, her mind did as many human minds do under great duress, it changed the distressing scenario to one that was utopian.
She approached a white picket fence and two middle-aged women ran to greet her and ask her if she needed help with the groceries for the barbecue. One of them was her mother, and the other was somebody she felt she knew, but couldn't remember how. She saw herself nod happily. She walked through the lovely two-story house into the back yard where she saw Curt standing at a gas grill flipping dinner. Her father and some other guy sat at the red wooden bench table getting up to hug and kiss her. She never remembered had feelings for Curt; why was she acting like they were in love? Her brain struggled slightly to make logic of the situation as it fought to wake the rest of her, but the feeling of peaceful calm that pulled her into this dream told her mind that this was the way that everything should be.She kissed him very passionately and stopped to grin teasingly at their guests.
She woke up a while later on a couch in a beautifully decorated living room. She felt very tired for some reason. She felt Curt place his hands on her shoulders and say, " hey, take it easy. You've had quite a fall. Here, drink some of this," he said handing her some fresh orange juice to drink. " It's a good thing that your fall didn't affect the baby. The doctor said that everything was fine , but she wanted to place you on maternity leave from the hospital."
For some inexplicable reason, she was glad to see him and held him very closely,but something was just not right about the situation, and she couldn't finger it. When she let him go and she finally sat up and looked down at her belly, her sense of curiosity left her. She chided herself for thinking so negatively.Why was she stressing about something being wrong when nothing was actually wrong. She was married to a wonderful man, they both had wonderful careers in addition to a wonderful new home,and they were about to have their first child. She placed her mind on considering the child's well-being. This baby was so special; it meant eveyrthing to her. She and Curt wanted 'it' more than they had ever wanted anything else in their lives. God forbid, she should harm herself in any way.
"Your report, Dr. Jensen," Dr. Spencer demanded as she sat waiting outside in a car around the corner from Glynnis' house.
" Ths subject had a bit of a mental lapse, but she doesn't remember a thing. The memory modification signal has been strengthened. As far as either of them knows, she's a happy expecting mother, and he's a loving and devoted husband who can't wait to be a father," he answered obediently.
" Good. What of the baby?" she asked eagerly.
" He's going to be fine." he said smiling.
" Perfect. If this works, then we can plan a community of people just like them in the near future," Spencer said as she eyed the unsuspecting couple's home through the hidden video camerasthat were strategically in placed in the house.
" I thought that you said that they resisted the virus completely, Dr. Spencer," he said looking at her strangely.
" Oh, no, Henry. Their vaccine hindered the harmful side effects of the virus. Remember, the virus is protein. Their vaccine allowed their systems to discern, process, and strip the virus of its beneficial aspects and discard their bodies of what was detrimental."
" Sort of like a person eating a hamburger?" he asked.
" Precisely. Those months earlier, I knew that they'd possibly become stronger based upon the metabolic analyses, so I needed to make their efforts at resistance seem futile. When I saw that the subjects yielded to us out of despair, I put my plan into place." she said smiling at her newest protege.
When both doctors returned to the office, the phones rang like crazy, and faxes printed busily. As Dr. Spencer collected and read each of the results, her excitement built so powerfully that she thought that she'd rip from her own body. It appeared that the militia members who took the vaccines were also settled very nicely into their respective settings all over the country. She figured that as long as the subjects were spaced so far apart that any mishaps that took place like that of Raccooon City would seem too random to be traced back to Umbrella. For the time being, each of her little toys was in his or her own upper middle-class paradise breeding new subjects who'd be of later value to the T-virus program. Could anybody spell Nobel Prize?
