Hello I'm back with chapter 2.

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I don't know how long it was until I awoke. It could have been minuets, hours, or even days. All I knew was tired and cold. The cold was due not only to me being wet, cause apparently that fluid doesn't evaporate, but being wet and having nothing on. I knew that if I didn't dry off and get covered up I would most likely freeze to death. However, in order to do that I had to get out of this room, and to get out of this room I had to be able to see. I remembered that when I broke out of the tube I could see everything clearly, as if the room was still brightly illuminated. It had something to do with that power I still felt, I knew it. I didn't want to use it again because I was afraid I would lose control of what ever it was. My decision was made, however, when I was hit with a full body shiver that lasted for severed seconds. Cautiously I reached for it, afraid of what might happen if I lost control. Surprisingly it was not fighting as strong as before. Embracing it I felt the feeling of rage, but it was more subdued, easier to control.

I opened my eyes and saw that my earlier assumption was correct. Everything was clearly visible. Even the small shards of glass that were stuck to my body, the fluid acting like some kind of glue. Carefully I sat up making sure to avoid the larger pieces. Once I was in a somewhat comfortable sitting position I gently brushed the smaller pieces off my arms. No sooner had I finished when my body was racked with another full length shiver. Once my body had stopped convulsing I decided that it was time to get out of this room. Using the metal base of the tube as a support, I carefully stood up. When I was standing I took a tentative step, wobbling on my unsteady legs. After several minuets I was able to walk without the danger of falling over, although this almost happened when I was hit with yet another set of shivers, these ones being even stronger than the last two. I knew I was running out of time. I walked over to the only door and saw that not only was it unlocked, it was also slightly ajar. Reaching out, I gently pushed it open ad peered out into the hall. Not having a clue as to which way to go I randomly chose to go down the left side, stumbling along still unsteady on my legs. After checking what felt like a hundred doors and rooms, I came across what looked like some kind of locker room.

The floor was tiled with four long benches in the middle. The wall with the doorway in it had just a bunch of hooks where you could hand coats and jackets. Both the far and right walls were covered with lockers, and the left wall lead to several curtained off areas that looked like showers. I checked in the lockers hoping to find something that I could use. At the bottom of the seventh or eighth locker I found a black backpack. When I opened it I sighed in relief, there was a full set of cloths inside. Walking over to the towel rack I could see there was only one towel left on it, and judging by the creases from where it had been folded, it had been sitting there for quite some time. I stepped in to the nearest shower stall to quickly rinse off the fluid that was drawing away all the heat my body could produce. The shower was a quick one for two reasons. First, without any power to heat it the water would be ice cold. Second, there would only be enough pressure in the pipes for a very short shower. I was proven right when the water that came out of the shower head began to lose strength almost immediately, and was absolutely freezing. I dried off with the only towel I was able to find and began to get dressed in the clothing I had found in the backpack.

First on was the typical female undergarments, covered up by a plain dark green t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. After some more searching in the lockers I managed to find a pair of socks and grey tennis shoes. As I was leaving the locker room I noticed a grey pull over hoodie hanging on a hook by the door. Figuring it would be better safe than sorry, I grabbed it. As I turned to walk out the door I saw something that made me stop dead in my tracks. There was a mirror hanging on the back of the door, and I saw myself for the first time. I had a sturdy build and probably weighed around one-sixty, and appeared to be very well toned. The muscles in my arms were not bulging, but were still large enough to be faintly outlined by the sleeves of my t-shirt. My long dark brown hair fell in long straight strands to just past my shoulders. I dug around in the backpack and found a rubber band I could use to pull my hair back. When I next looked in the mirror I froze. My eyes were red, a bright crimson red, and they were glowing. I went back to one of the lockers I had previously checked and grabbed the pair of sun glasses that were sitting on the top shelf. I don't know why but something told me that red was not a normal eye color. When I put the sun glasses on I was glad to see that they covered up the glow perfectly. When I left the room I decided to go right and continue down the same hallway as before. Maybe now I could find something that could tell me where I was, or more importantly who I was.

After a few more locked doors and empty rooms, a door opened to what appeared to be an office. The desk and floor were covered in papers, and looked as if there had been some kind of struggle. Sitting on the desk was a small grey tape recorder with a tape sitting next to it. Written on the tape was "Subject 593" in bold black lettering. Remembering that the numbers 593 were written in the metal base of the tank I had broken out of, I sat down in the chair, put the tape in the recorder, and hit play. The voice that came out was that of a young man.

"… have decided to call subject 593 Sarah. Though I wish to, I can not yet say that the experiment has been a success. The injection of the green flue virus in to a healthy pregnant adult female has yielded results even we did not imagine. While the mother became infected and was neutralized, the offspring however is much different. We have placed the subject in a control tank where we can monitor her vitals, and further study her.

July 18th, 2005

If Sarah were human she would be fourteen years old by now. We have performed scans to measure her brain activity and have come across something astounding. We have measured two separate sets of brain waves. One set, which appears to be the more dominant of the two, is more like that of a normal human brain. The second set of waves however are far more erratic and aggressive. It appears that if she were to ever awake from her partial suspended animation and become fully conscious, she might have a dual personality.

November 29th, 2006

She is learning. It appears that while the part of her mind that holds her consciousness is kept dormant, the rest of her mind proceeds to develop at an unprecedented rate. We think she is learning by listening to our conversations. I have started leaving recorders playing in her room at night when we leave. This is a side experiment of mine to see if she can be "taught". I'm only playing tapes on basic language skills, reading, spelling, grammar, and such. If she can absorb these lessons then who knows what all she is capable of. I have decided that when she reaches maturity, which should be around eighteen years of age, to suggest that we should wake her up and see just what she can do.

April 8th, 2009

It has been five days since the virus escaped one of our sister labs, and began to infect the civilian population. The strength and speed at which the virus is spreading is frightening. We are already beginning to see mutations arise in those that have become infected. These "Special Infected" are proving to be far more dangerous than the more basic "Common Infected". one special infected, called a hunter, is particularly lethal. The hunter attacks it's prey by leaping off a tall structure and pinning it to the ground before viscously attacking its chest or abdominal cavity. We tested a sample of Sarah's blood and found that the virus she carries does indeed contain the strain for the Hunter mutation. Perhaps that is the source of the second set of brain waves we discovered almost four years ago. Could they be those of a hunter, hidden deep within the dark recesses of her mind? Only time will tell.

April 10th, 2009

Its been a week since the virus escaped. We have been ordered to evacuate our facility immediately due to the increasing number of infected and special infected in the area. It's a shame we were not able to finish our research on Sarah. I have tried to convince my superiors that we need to continue studying her, on the basis that she may have military applications. But they still refused, saying that the risks outweigh the benefits. It's a shame we will never be able to know what she was truly capable of."

When the tape stopped running with an audible click, I was too stunned to even notice. Apparently I was some kind of military freak experiment. Half-human and half-Hunter, what ever the hell that is. I decided that I needed more information on whatever these so called "Infected" creatures are. So I began to search the rest of the desk for anything that could give me a clue. When the top of the desk yielded nothing that I couldn't understand I started to look through the drawers. In a large drawer on the left hand side of the desk I found a small grey box that looked promising. Written on the box was "593 and her kind". I opened it and saw 9 more little tapes just like the one that had been sitting next to the player, with a tenth empty slot in the back. Written on each the tapes was one word; Common, Boomer, Charger, Hunter, Jockey, Smoker, Spitter, Tank, and Witch. I sat back down in the chair and put each tape in the recorder one at a time to see what they had to say. Any hope I had soon turned to frustration and anger as I slumped back into the chair, emitting a feral growl in annoyance. All I got from the tapes was a brief description of what the monster looked like, and a few sentences that told me what it did. After putting all the tapes back in the box and throwing them and the recorder into my back pack I left the office and started back down the hallway. When I rounded the corner I stopped. About twenty feet away was a person leaning against a wall, facing away from me.

"Hey", I shouted, glad to see that I wasn't alone in this building.

The person, or thing I should say, turned around. I gasped, involuntarily taking a step backward into the wall. Its mouth and the front of its shirt were covered in blood. We both stood there staring at each other for only a second before it screamed and started to run towards me. I turned to run back down the hallway I had come from and saw another one of those things appear at the far end, busting its way through one of the locked doors I had tried earlier. I had just enough time to say s**t before the first one got to me.

Huff, Puff, Huff, Puff

Finnaly its done. You guys now have chapter 2.

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