The World is Ending

Prologue: Where it began

"Sir," a scientist in a white lab cloak and black rimmed glasses says, "Mr. Rogers, I think we are ready." 

"Thank you, Keegan," Mr. Rogers, a middle-aged white male stands from his desk, a smirk appearing on his face. He looks over at Keegan standing by the doorframe of his room with a clipboard and pen, ready for whatever he needs to write down.

"Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?" Keegan asks nervously, "This could make or break humanity as we know it."

Mr. Rogers charges Keegan and pushes him against the door, "The population of our world is getting too high and if we do nothing to fix it, we will be in a lot more trouble than we are right now. Now, let's go test our product out, now, shall we?" He lets him go and walks down a dimly lit hallway.

 The building Mr. Rogers owns is a science lab, but not just any science lab, the biggest in the world: SSC, Super Science Cultures. SSC takes place in South Africa and isn't well known outside of that country. Now you may be wondering: 'How is this science lab the biggest in the world when it's in one of the most unknown continents?' And I will answer: It is NOT well known at all, we just say that to make Mr. Rogers happy, because he will kill us if we make him mad. The science lab is two stories' high with a basement where we do our testing. He made me and the others cook up a disease to help control the world populations, which we did, because if we didn't, he would kill us all. 

The basement is the biggest place of the whole lab, and it is where the 'patients' are kept for testing. Some die immediately, some take time to die and makes us think they're going to live, and others develop a type of mental illness that we can't control; it's almost like they become monsters and will feist on our flesh and fear.  I would know, I witnessed it personally.

Mr. Rogers and I walk with a couple other scientists to the end of the long list of cages we have with people in them to our final sane one. The light is barely on at this end of the hallway, but it makes do for our testing; it works because if the patient gets out alive, they won't know who did this to them.

The patient sees us coming, "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" he yells at us. He's clothes are dirty, he's eyes are bloodshot, sweat dripping down his face and all over his body. I don't even remember his name.

"Charles, open the door and go inside," Mr. Rogers instructs, "Don't forget the serum,"

Charles, one of the younger scientists, just nods his head and grabs the serum and goes to open the door and walkthrough. The walls and door are seen through, we can see everything in the room and happens in the room. The patient immediately goes to him, grabbing him and shaking him. Mr. Rogers closes the door behind Charles and locks the door. 

"I'm sorry about this..." Charles tells the patient and jabs him with a needle in his right forearm.

It takes a couple minutes before anything happens but soon the patient starts changing. The bloodshot eyes turn to black, the sweat that he was covered in soon disappears, he seems to develop claws on his hands and his feet grow out of his shoes with claws. He smiles at Charles, and all that is there are razor sharp teeth. 

Charles backs up to the door, trying to open and not realizing its locked, soon realizes and starts pounding on the door. Fear overcomes his face as he turns around and all we can do is look at him. The patient comes up from behind him and bite him right in the neck and his face irrupts in a bloodcurdling scream as he falls to the floor. 

"What did you create?" Keegan asks.

"What did I create? More like you scientists created him." Mr. Rogers answers.

"We were just following YOUR orders, sir. We didn't know what we were creating in the lab, just something to help 'control populations' like you wanted." 

They argue back and forth, not realizing what was happening in the patient's room. Charles, who we all thought died, was waking up and he looked just like the patient. Both of them looking at us through the glass room, not making a sound, until. The pounding, they start pounding on the door, cracking it with every fist. 

"Guys," I say, "GUYS!"

"What!" Keegan and Mr. Rogers yell in unison but look over just in time. The creatures both break free and stare at us.  

I stand still, barely breathing and moving, but not breaking eye contact with both of them. If I learned anything, it is not to show fear to them, that's what they feast on. Meanwhile, Mr. Rogers and Keegan show fear and a lot of it and start running down the hall. They stare at me for a while, and whom I think is Charles comes up and smells me, and then goes after the other two with his partner. I soon hear screams and yells, and I know they got to them both. Soon after, I hear the door to the lab open and realize they are now free to the world.

To whoever finds this message, my name is Marcus Copper, and I am sorry for what my team has done.

March 21st, 2015, 3:34 pm, Ballito South Africa.