The Experiment

Chapter One: Mr. Unger, I think you might be dead.

"What was that?" She whispered disgustedly, talking entirely to herself. The smell was this mix between something stale and something dead. She assumed it was only something that had molded inside and took a breath before plunging into the darkness of the home. Of course, she will only learn later that had been a mistake, and a grave one at that.

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After stepping over the threshold, Lily learned that not only did the scent grow stronger, but that it had an owner. In the darkness a pair of red eyes were watching her, waiting for her to come in and then never let her leave. For a while Lily never noticed the eyes, but they noticed her, they stayed just out of reach, using the darkness as cover. Its scent is what gave it away, because as it got closer, Lily grew to be more nervous, before she eventually bolted for the door.

The creature lumbered after her, and as she burst into the sunlight and scrambled down the staircase, it stumbled out into the sunlight. At first all Lily could do was stare at it, frozen in place she watched as it struggled down the stairs and then made its way quickly towards her.

She noticed the red, severely bloodshot eyes, and the pale chalky color that coated its skin and the dirty, bloody overalls it wore. She noticed that it used to be a man, with graying hair and a wispy beard, now it seemed like nothing more than a death machine, wanting to kill her next.

The man was roughly 200 pounds, a little more than six feet tall, and abnormally strong. Seemed to be insatiably hungry and surprising fast considering he looked to have a broken leg. There was also a large chunk taken out of his neck, and signs of decay across his hands, arms, neck and head.

As lily turned to run for it, she stumbled over something sticking up on the ground, falling on top of it. Looking down at the skull that met her gaze she nearly screamed, before choking it down and got to her feet, then hurried away from there, the man in her heels.

She reaches the first unused tractor and pulls herself inside, slamming the door closed and looks around for some sort of weapon, something, anything that could get this thing away from her and somewhere else. She looked down on the floor, where dozens of old tools lay rusting, reaching down she picked up a hefty piece of metal, its end sharped like a pike.

Glancing between it and the man currently slamming his hands against the glass door, she figured the metal would be her best bet. Gripping it in one hand, she kicked at the door, the man falling back and the door swung open.

She jumped out of the tractor, landing on the ground with a grunt then she raised her metal bar, swinging it at the man finally gaining his bearings. It hits him across the face, and he slumped to the ground in a small heap, his figure letting out small snarls and growls before he staggered to his feet once more. Where she had hit, a large gash had opened, and out poured what might have been his blood, if not for the fact that it was black.

Her hands trembled with fear "why isn't it going down?" she thought confused before she stumbles backwards nearly falling as it lunges at her. Raising her bar against she swings at the man once more, the bar lodging itself into the man's skull, where she let out a shriek and jumps back as it it freefalls forward, hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

After a few steps, she pauses, waiting for it to stand again but it didn't move. She let go of the breath she hadn't known she was holding and slowly pushed the man onto his back. Bracing herself, she reached down and pulled what looked like a wallet from the front pocket of his overalls and opened the slime-ridden piece of leather.

"Albert Unger" she muttered as she inspected the remains of his ID and then pulled out a few photos that the man had tucked into the pouch which was for bills. Him and two women were smiling at her, their eyes full of life and happiness, she looked down at the man and wondered how he had become this... thing, but pushed away the horrible thought and dropped the wallet on the ground.

If one man was like this, she could only assumed there was more of them, so she picked up the metal bar, yanking it from the mans head and dragged it beside her as she walked back to the house. Once inside she used the bar to knock out some of the boards, which fell with a clatter to the porch and ground below the windows. It made the house so much brighter, and so much more terrifying. From the blood stained furniture, to the piles of old rotting corpses about the houses various floors. It seemed this guy was dead for a while, considering these corpses where weeks old, at least.

She found a pair of shoes, and a new shirt, after realizing she did not look the greatest in her bloody t-shirt and torn jeans. She had found an old shotgun inside the house, and a half-full box of shells, which she packed into a small backpack she had seen laying around. The gun had the odd strap, like an old seatbelt, strapped to it, but she didn't question it, just used it to sling the gun around her shoulder and then she headed outside.

The driveway was long, far from any paved road, and as she walked, she let her thoughts wonder, and they took her deep into her mind, where a soft, yet deep voice was repeating the same sentence over and over.

"I will find you; I will always find you"