Genevieve Preston stormed the halls of the hive feeling embarassed that she had just gotten fired after she got caught taking the antiserum to the T-virus. Lately, she 'd been innoculating herself on a daily basis. She couldn't risk getting exposed to the sickness. She remembered the lab in Cameroon seventeen years ago. She and a few of her colleagues were stationed at a remote research facility studying the Ebola and Marburg viruses and how they affected DNA when they were fused with the double helix.
Her supervisor Dr. Fletcher experimented on over two hundred embryos, one of them was her own. At first, everything seemed normal, they watched the children interact for a few years without problems, but the true result was revealed when the children turned five and more than two-thirds of their blood tests revealed that they were mutating. . The children were discovered to be turning into osteovores, seeing as how their metabolic structure enabled them to digest bone matter. They discovered this fact when one of the children accidentally swallowed a bone during a meal and showed no sign of choking. She began requesting more bones to eat; soon the others did the same. They fed them, and they behaved quite well until a scientist entered the isolated area one evening not wearing her protective gear sporting a cut in her skin that still bled; they smelled the blood, surmounted her, and then ravenously tore her to pieces. The very next afternoon, they escaped. During this time, they attacked and consumed over seventy people during their tirade. Bodies lay stripped of bones all over the facility.
Dr. Fletcher and the senior research staff were among the first victims, and the rest were security guards and the visiting supervisors from the American headquarters. She radioed for help, but nobody answered. She entered the restricted area and searched for the other children who weren't affected by the procedure; because, she knew that having them present would surely prompt the corporation to act on their behalf. She led them to the basement where she could launch the self- destruct command through the white rabbit (the computer that controlled the facility).
Genny did as she planned, but her escape did not leave her completely unscathed. Some of the monsters tracked her scent and made their way down to the basement. She had to fight about six of them off. To this very day her back and her forearms were still riddled with scars from the attack. She dragged her bleeding body over to the company van and drove away with the gang of other kids. The little osteovores clung as tightly as they could, but after she drove back and forth a few times, she managed to crush her litle attackers. She heard the white rabbit call out that they only had six seconds to escape. She pressed the gas so hard that she skid off the dirt road and nearly ran over a pack of grazing deer when the basement door opened.
She made a report that the lab computer went haywire and killed everybody. She told them that she heard the main computer count down the time that the facility occupants had left to evacuate and that Dr. Fletcher instructed her to save the most important experiments, which were the children. She made it seem as if she could only rescue those that she had with her.
The company immediately sent transportation and emergency medical supplies to the group. After three weeks of treatment and surveillance, they brought her back to America with the kids. Genny did DNA testing to find her child out of the lot. Her name was Amanda. From then on, any time either of them got moved, she made sure that they stayed together. Amanda was almost eighteen now, and the corporation would now try to recruit her as a sort of asset. Genny grew even more distressed when she realized that she no longer had any clout as to prevent any mishandling of her precious daughter. 'Why am I so surprised? I practically asked to be fired, didn't I?' she thought to herself sarcastically as she boarded a crowded elevator. She listened to the inane chatter of her now former co-workers and felt her stomach lurch nervously. All of a sudden the elevator came to a screeching halt, and she felt this strange sense of déjà vu wash over her. People around her were screaming and banging at the walls. Then as if she were standing on a roller coaster, she felt the elevator drop after its cable snapped. She felt her neck snap upon making impact with the floor, and the warm essence of life flowed from her punctured skin. Over the last moments of her life, she thought about how upset she'd been after losing her job. Then it hit her how strange it was that she should relive her life story and that this is what should follow moments later. Was it prophecy, or was it just coincidence? 'Oh, hell, it didn't matter', she thought. It was time to close her eyes. She lost her job, and now she was losing her life. The time for asking questions and delving into complex matters as a researcher was over, for her at least.
Unbeknownst to her, her fellow brothers and sisters as vctims of karmic calamity would soon open their eyes, not as lucky survivors as she herself had once been back in Cameroon, but as meat starved and blood crazed monsters.