Some of them were now all around the monitor, staring at a large school bus marked . This wasn't a unusual sight, as there was a football fat camp would bring bus load after bus load of kids that have parents, normally fathers, that want their kids to become the best NFL player ever. No-no, it was one boy. The one dressed in a drab gray shirt and black shorts, the heavy set boy with the to the bone crew cut.
That's the one they were all staring at, they knew who he was and why he is so important. It was years of research and experiments, rolled into a fat-filled body. There were many like him but they need, no, wanted, all they can get.
"Who's that one?" A woman asked the others.
A man shifted through some data on the palmpilot, with a few taps he said; "Robert Hill."
The woman looked back at the screen; "who wants to succor this one?"
He couldn't understand this place if he tried, the lack of food, the insane courses, the bitchy "coaches" that seem to haven't seen a dumbbell in a few years and above all the dads (and a few moms) that keep visiting, and the encouragement that makes them wish they were the few to receive the disencouragement from the rare few. The one thing that he couldn't stand was the razing every Tuesday night, the MVCs (Most Valuable Coach) would come in and begin to shout, yell, even drag out some of the tubby kids and have them do sit ups in the mud.
When he was literary drag from his bed, out onto the practice field. He try to look up when someone held his head down, he felt someone stepping down his arms. That's when something jabbed his neck, he couldn't understood this.
Why do these things happen to him.
My head hurt, the damn light hurt my eyes and my back was screaming from the stiffness of whatever the hell I'm laying on. It took me a few minutes to adjust my eye sight to the brightness and allow my body to stop aching enough to actually stand up. I found I was in a large, empty room with a metal table, which I was laying on. I felt like I slipped from reality and into one of Mr. Gribbles' strange fantasies, I shivered and found I was wearing a pretty flimsy hospital gown.
Trying the only door in the room I found myself in a long metal hall, finding there was no one else here. I wonder what had happened, did something happen and I had to be sent to a hospital? Wondering around and trying doors and going through the unlocked ones I found myself in a storage room of sorts. I smile to myself when I saw some random piles of clothes in a few stacked boxes, they felt better then the stupid paper gown. Something tells me that this place isn't a hospital, from the structor and the atmosphere this place was something else.
Like a base of somekind.
I turn around to leave, when I stopped. My heart was pumping fast and fear driving me I saw a man in a strange black uniform. He was holding a gun that was aimed at me, looking around I found myself trapped when he fired.
There was a lot of pain before blacking out.
The guards rush down the hall armed with everything they could get their hands on, they heard the carnage happening around the containment rooms area. They round the corner and found their fellow soldiers spread all over the floor and, in some cases, on the wall. The walls were ether badly charred and there were large holes, the lights were broken and glass was everywhere. They finally came around the corner and found the creature responsible for the madness.
One of the soldiers opened fired instantly, the other squad members follow suite. The creature tore through them like they were nothing.
Going through the walls of the building until it reached the outdoors, from there the creature headed for the near by town.