Upon walking into the building, the idea of a single person's home came into mind. Nothing at all of what one would expect in Area 51. From where I was standing, I could see a small living room, an even smaller kitchen, a workspace, a sleeping area, and a lab, which took up a little more than half of the floor plan. There was what appeared to be a map of the entirety of Area 51 hanging on the wall to my right, and since I couldn't make heads or tails of it, I only quickly glanced at it, and my gaze went back to the "house" in front of me.
"Quite homey, isn't it?"
"I-I'm sorry?" I felt a little embarrassed that I was staring.
"Nothing at all what you would expect in Area 51, huh? That was exactly what I was thinking when they put me in here about ten years ago. Yes, I am in my late twenties. No, I'm not telling you my exact age. And yes, I live here. Have for the entire ten years. And no, I did not pick my wardrobe. They give us what to wear, and we wear them. No choice in the matter. And yes, I am a motor-mouth." I was staring at her for most of her long-winded speech. She had answered each question as they came up in my mind. I found that both freaky, and intriguing. I was about to ask another question, when she answered it as well. "Yes, I have done this before. You are the fourth person they sent to me. Although the other three were for training on becoming a fellow researcher and or scientist here in the Area. Go ahead, make yourself at home. Oh, and go ahead and put on those clothes on the couch. I bet you're tired of wearing your military gear, right?" She was right. I had gotten annoyed with the weight of all the gear I was wearing, which would never be used. I walked over to the couch to find a stack of clothes. They weren't civilian, by any measure. There was a white t-shirt, a camouflage jacket, camouflage pants, and black boots. Not made for winter, but not made for summer either. The boots appeared to be steel-toe, and high-durability leather. Off to the right was a small changing area, so I decided to use it.
When I came out, there was a strange fragrance in the air. I followed it, and discovered Pamela hunched over something on a counter in the laboratory. As I came closer to investigate, Pamela spoke.
"Pull up your sleeve, and get ready for your DNA Altercation injection. Might hurt for a bit, but you will fall asleep in a few moments." I slowed my pace towards her, and hesitantly pulled up my left sleeve. When Pamela turned around, she had a large syringe in her hands, and the liquid inside was glowing with a strange tint of…black. It fascinated me and made me fear for my personal safety. But before I could step back, and prolong the inevitable, Pamela grabbed my arm, and jabbed the syringe in my vein, with deadly accuracy. I was so surprised and shocked, I couldn't react. By the time the entire contents of the syringe had been emptied into my body, my head was swimming, and the room was getting blurry. Pamela spoke, and it sounded like there were six of her talking at once. "Don't worry. You will wake up in about a day." Blackness clouded my vision, and I felt like I was falling backwards. A throbbing pain in the back and front of my head began pounding away. I remember the feeling of falling, endlessly, in a vast black nothingness, and nothing more.
I bolted upright, almost wide-awake, and strangely aware that something was wrong as soon as my eyes opened. Suddenly remembering what had just transpired, I lifted my left sleeve, only to find a red dot where the syringe had pierced me, what felt like only moments before. I looked again at my surroundings, and noticed that Pamela's house was in complete and utter shambles. The living room coffee table was broken in two, with one half to my right, and the other half near the door. All the beakers, test tubes, and other miscellaneous science equipment was broken, liquids everywhere, glass all over the floor. The lights were flickering. The couch was overturned, and torn in places. From the chair in the corner of the laboratory that I was in, I could see smears of red on the wall in the hallway. Red. It looked so much like…
I jumped out of the chair, and ran to the hallway, and almost retched at the sight. There was Pamela, on the ground. Or at least, what was left of her. Her body looked like wild, hungry beasts had attacked it. One of her arms was over by the doors. Her body from the waist down was to my right. Her torso was to my left. And her head, was on the floor in front of me. It looked as if it was crying blood. Blood also trickled from the corner of her mouth. There was a look of utter horror on her face. My eyes quickly looked up, and spotted my semi-auto rifle on the floor, next to my old outfit. I ran over to it as fast as I could, picked it up, and turned off the safety. I was acting on instincts at this point in time. I rummaged through my old gear, only to discover there was no extra ammunition. One full clip was all I had. My mind raced, trying to figure out what to do next. I didn't even know what the hell was going on, and I was already trying to figure a way out of there. My mind flashed back to the keypad when Pamela brought me in. I didn't want to defile her corpse, but I searched the remains of her clothes for her keycard. When I found it, it was covered in her blood. I wiped it off on my pants, and stuck it in my pocket. I then headed to the door.
When I tried to open the door, I remembered I had no idea where I was, or how to get back to the exit. I remembered there was a map hanging on the wall, so I turned to look. To my utter dissatisfaction, I discovered the map to be torn to shreds, and more than half of it on the floor. But my mind flashed back to the second or two when I glanced at the map when I came in. In my mind, I had brought up a detailed map of Area 51. I could look in on one building, or check the exact coordinates of another. My vision was blurring with the speed at which my mind was racing. What had that serum done to me?
I pushed on the doors, only to discover the doors wouldn't budge. I pushed again, this time with all my strength, but still to no avail. I looked around, and found another keypad, but this one looked as if someone had smashed a rock into it a few times. Without even thinking, I knelt down next to it, placing my rifle right next to me. I pulled off the panel, and examined the wires. Again, my mind traced every little detail of every little wire. Where each one led, what each one did, what would happen if I touched these two, or those two together. I brought a few wires together, multiple times, in different patterns. Eventually, I was rewarded with a loud clicking noise, which came from the door. I hurriedly grabbed my weapon, and walked back towards the door, and pushed it open. I quickly brought my rifle up to my shoulder, ready to fire at anything.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I was knocked back into the hallway. Something large had hit me squarely in the stomach. Upon skidding a few feet, bumping into the remains of Pamela, I righted myself, and knelt on my left knee, the elbow of the arm supporting my gun, resting on my other leg. I aimed at the doorway, breathing hard. A large black silhouette appeared in the doorway. I didn't even wait for it to come into sight. I fired five rounds, rapid succession. One where the head looked like it should have been. And one each near the base of its limbs. As it was reeling from the shots, I unloaded another ten rounds into it, aiming only at the creature itself. There was a guttural and deep cry from the creature, as it toppled to the ground. I kept still, aimed at the un-moving body, for a full minute. Still no signs of movement, so I slowly got up, and walked slowly towards the body, always with the barrel pointed at the creature, finger ready to fire.
When I got outside the door, I quickly looked around in all directions. Nothing. Was this the only one? Was the sound heard by more creatures? I decided to not wait there and find out. I put another round in the creature for safe measure, and ran across the street to the next building. I pulled up the map in my mind, while looking around myself for any movement. I don't know why I started talking to myself. Maybe it was to calm my utterly frayed nerves.
"Building I just came from. Home and office of Pamela Garcia. Building I am at. Research and Development for Civilian Life. Three buildings to the West, two buildings North, Arms and Munitions Supplies Building Charlie. One building to the west, two to the North from there, Vehicle Depository and Refilling Station Bravo. Northwest of there, Exit Elevator Alpha. Alleyways between each building. Potential cover. Potential ambush areas. Buildings themselves. Potential base for enemy. Enemy. Unknown, alien, deadly. Eliminate upon sight. Objective. Get the fuck out of here! On mark three. One. Two. Three. Move out!"