"So, a mission." spoked Jack. "What kind of mission?"

"Do we kill things?" asked Hiccup, a bit hopeful that he'll kill some zombies.

"Well, we'll see about that." Twitch confirmed in a serious tone.

"What's the mission?" Hiccup asked.

"Now that I have extra men here, I was hoping we could explore the research facility that's south of here." explained Twitch.

"What kind of research were they doing?" asked Jack, raising an eyebrow.

"I really don't know." shrugged Twitch. "But it sounds interesting. Something about Dr. Armstrong infecting inmates. Lance caught wind of it a few weeks back and we we're going to investigate. But that was before I learned that he kicked the bucket."

"Yeah, I guess it's too bad." Hiccup remarked with an almost uninterested tone.

"But, uh, hey, now we're here." Jack responded with a relaxed smile. "Jack and Hiccup at your service."

"Sounds good." nodded Twitch, glad to have some company and assistance at solving this whole crisis. "But I want one of you boys to stay at camp while the other two go."

"You really trust us?" asked a suspicious Jack.

"You've given me no reason not to." Twitch replied matter-of-factly, but gave them both a stern gaze. "But if one of y'all gets out of line, I'm tearing a new one."

This got the two teens stuttering and stammering their words at the same time, trying not to say anything to get on this man's bad side.

"Uh, will do, sir. Yeah." They both came out with nervously.

"Alrighty." said Twitch. "Let me get some gas and we'll get ready to go."

Now that they've joined forced with Twitch, this military solider that they've just met and could have a hand in helping them understand what's going on and how to stop it, the trio both headed for the man's vehicle, but Twitch placed a hand on Hiccup's chest, stopping him from going with him and Jack.

"No, no, no. You stay here." He ordered before they both got in the car.

"I think he likes me." Hiccup cracked.

Twitch and Jack were on the road now, heading towards the direction Twitch was certain the old research facility was located. So far, they hadn't run into any zombies out there and Jack hoped that Hiccup was okay back at the camp by himself when there's flesh-eating cadavers wandering around.

"It shouldn't be too far now." Twitch reassured.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" asked Jack, concerned as he checked the compass app on his phone to notice they weren't heading south like he previously mentioned. "You said it was south."

"Did I say 'south'?" asked Twitch, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "I meant this way."

"Yeah." drawled out Jack with a disbelieving expression, not sure if he should trust his math on this one.

"We're here."

In a moment's time, they had finally arrived at the place; a derelict foundation that seemed to have abandoned for many years. Upon entering through the rotted gates and the emergency exit, the inside of it looked worse than it did on the outside. Armed with a flashlight, Twitch shined the light around the hallway they were in to see there were many cells like from a prison or insane asylum.

"Well, this is quite the rundown place now, isn't it?" asked Jack.

"I'm gonna guess that it's been abandoned for a few years now." responded Twitch.

"No shit." Jack remarked before something on a table caught his attention that might help. "Oh, there's a book here."

"What's it say?" asked Twitch, coming over with the flashlight.

"'Log'?" The teen read in confusion. It must've been a diary or journal for whomever worked here or perhaps Armstrong himself. Jack flung open the book to read some of the entries inside of it.

Day 1: My name is Dr. Andrew Armstrong and I am assigned with the duty of creating controllable monsters.

"'Controllable monsters'?" repeated Twitch in confusion, wondering what they meant by that before Jack continued.

I am trying to achieve this by injecting humans with an infection and, while infected, hopefully I can reprogram their brains. But so far, no luck.

Day 6: While infected, inmates seemed to turn green and have incredible strength. Still no luck reprogramming their brain, though.

Day 13: The reprogramming finally works. However, it takes a while to work.

Day 28: It works completely. I now have control of six monsters.

Day 80: I now understand what people mean when they say "drunk with power".

Day 108: I just raided and took over my home town. God, I'm a monster.

Day 210: I have now moved my location. Good luck to whoever is reading this. I still control them. I will always control them.

After reading the last entry, Jack shut the book with a bewildered and beyond baffled look on his face. Twitch was equally gobsmacked by the revelation the log revealed.

"Wow, that sure was some story, sport." spoke Twitch. Although, Jack was still deep in through, trying to put pieces together with the information he just discovered.

"I wonder...if he still controls them." He replied with a dazed, but softly-growing paranoid look. "I wonder...if he's watching us. Right...now."