Human Vaccine/Woosan (Ateez FanFic)

Chapter One

Day: 389

Experiment: Horde unit 743000, inner horde 743001, 743002, 743003, and 905743

Age of virus: 1 year

Log: The inner horde, our first three zombies have come a long way within the year of the transformation. Unbeknownst to us we have accidentally created the inner horde and the zombies who followed to have a more wolf pack mentality. Though they are mindless, dead and flesh hungry, they have a loyalty to one another. The horde as a whole consists of about fifty to sixty zombies and after our six month period, every zombie we altered and created after did not assimilate well into the horde. Horde 743 has torn every newly altered zombie to shreds and they do not accept new members to their ranks.

With the horde taking a more pack-like mentality, we have found that they follow orders from 905743, hence the horde unit 743 title. It is quite amazing to watch, though 905743 is not completely like them, they have accepted him amongst themselves and hold him in high regard. If the horde is around when we experiment with 905743, they become agitated. They have been known to be aggressive when in the same room as 905743 and when he is shown to be 'under threat' when researchers wish to finish their findings.

905743 unfortunately remains the only one still capable of communicating with the horde as well as any other zombie we create. 905743 is, like the horde, aggressive with newly altered zombies coming near and he has been known to tear each limb from limb. We had recently put him in a room with a horde of the newly altered and the man obliterated the whole horde, walking out of the room with barely a scratch and covered in so much of the greenish black blood we have learned course through our zombies' bodies.

We will continue watching the horde, the inner horde and 905743 for new changes but until then, the horde remains under 905743's control.

-Dr. Montgomery

- - ┈┈∘┈905743┈∘┈┈ - -

The horde stood before me, like always they didn't touch me or threaten me in any way. They communicated and listened to me; they were loyal to me. I could feel the power I wielded with them and I craved the control it gave me. One of these days, given the chance, I could use them to get out of this place. I could go home and never have to look back again...but I liked the power it gave me.

One of the inner horde, croaked, and my head shot up to look their way. It was the last of the main three to be created, his body looked to be the worst as it should. He has been given the virus just before being thrown into the room with me and the other two members of the inner horde. There had been a scent of blood hanging in the air when my bloodlust hit me, hit us all. We were on top of the poor man in a heartbeat and as we tore into his stomach, the contents of it spilling, he transformed. It wasn't until I heard the clicking of the one without his eyes, did I stop the carnage and pull away, head cocked to the side. It had taken me a moment to register his new form, his new scent that told me that he was one of us.

I stepped up to him, standing beside him and looking out past the glass wall. We watched as a blindfolded person strapped to one of those metal slabs they called a medical table, was being rolled down the hall. He was eerily silent and if I couldn't hear the erratic beat of the heart, I would have said they were dead. I had never seen them turn someone like this before so a part of me knew that this person wouldn't be another zombie, they were to be something more...or they were something more already.

My eyes cast away from the scene, croaking back at the horde and the one I stood next to. It didn't matter what we were seeing, I needed to think of something on how to get out of here...

- - ┈┈∘┈San┈∘┈┈ - -

Day: 731

Survivors in group: 8