Junkyard Bastion

Some Things Shouldnt be Seen

<Beckett's POV>

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I open my eyes, yawning. I look around to see no one in my house, which is weird because I swore I had Orion and Zeriah here.

Oh. It's a dream.

Not willing to get up from the comfy spot of the bookshelf, I grab a book, opening it to see nothing but blank pages. "Seriously..?" I muttered, putting the book down. With a sigh I get up and I walk around my little home, not much to do other than stare at things.

Eventually giving up on my house search, I open my door, to a place I'd never seen before.

A mansion?

Curiosity had peaked in me, and I take careful steps to the front of the mansion, weary of the distorted and blurry surroundings. I cautiously step to the door, and I lean over to open it. To my displeasure, I just fazed through the door and hit the floor face-first.

I rub my face and I seethe in-... That hurt me?

A growing anxiousness crept up my spine, I know that ain't right. I pinch myself only to wince in pain again. What the hell kinda dream is this?

I try to brush it off, with growing anxiety, and I suddenly hear low mutters and whispers. Luckily it was daytime so it wasn't dark and creepy. I followed the noise until a bang rang throughout the long corridor I was in.

I peek through a wall, which I'll probably never get used to, and I see a fancy long table in the middle of a meeting room, along with three people. I walk over, watching the map they were poking at with visible anger.

"So? What the fuck are we gonna do with those weird people?" One woman angrily spat out, a fist clenched around her pen.

"Well we can always collect them and investigate using what salvaged technology we've gotten from run-down laboratories."

The other man spoke up, his calm demeanor and voice sending a slight shiver down my spine. "How would we even detect if they're anomalies?" The woman spoke once more.

The third boy, seemingly about my age, slid a briefcase into the middle of the table. The man opens it with careful hands, the case revealing a small gun with a needle on the end.

"It's a work in progress, and testing may be slow since this was engineered recently. It detects de-spiraled DNA in the human blood, since zombie bite survivors tend to have mutated DNA. Some show little to no symptoms, while others.."

He pauses for a moment, with a worried look on his face. "Well you could tell." He finishes.
"Well?" The woman asked, "How do we use it?"

He quickly demonstrates by poking the needle into some testing leather, the small needle-gun sucking in whatever material was stuffed inside the leather. "Clean-up is not necessary, for the gun has a self sterilization system."

He says, tapping a small blue button that made the material inside the guns glass tube disappear. "Fortunately, the year is 2047, we were highly advanced before this... This happened." He gestures to a window, in which quiet growling and scratching can be heard outside from the zombies.