There was a girl who lived a normal life, but in her lifetime the world would end. There was supposed to be a new government and a new start for all of Humanity. She would be experimented on effecting her skin. She would then meet a young man who wo...
Before I am able to tell you more about my story. I believe introductions are in order. My name is Toxic. I was awarded this title when I was the only test subject to withstand the effects of the serum. Well without major symptoms. I do have one.
If my name is no clue to you than let me tell you more about me. My skin is now a biohazard weapon against the enemies of New Haven. In order to survive any physical contact with me, you must have clothing between your skin and mine. This makes my skin the perfect weapon.
Upon any contact of any kind with my skin, you will experience something the scientists call the Zombie Effect. To my understanding, this is not like the zombies you see in movies or the zombie's people are preparing for when an apocalypse strikes. It gained its name by what it does to you if you do not get the antidote in time. The first thing to go is your heart. Your organs will melt turning into a liquid-like state.
All a normal person would have is two maybe three hours at maximum. It's a slow antagonizing death. There are three important rules that are needed to be known. Rule one, never ever touch my skin without protection under any circumstances. Rule number two, do not get in my way. I take pride in my work. Do not ask what I do that is classified until later. Finally but not least is rule number three. Never, EVER! make any contact with my blood. This quickens the Zombie effect.
Now you're probably wondering what I mean by test subjects, major symptoms, but most of all how I got to be this way. You will have to keep up with the updates of this story to have all that answered. Until then though, Toxic out!
-Toxic
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(Now on to the story)
Two years had passed, or at least I think two years. I was always in a solitary room, constantly alone. Only the scientist or armed guards to talk to. There were no clocks or calendars located on the walls. Any time I asked for the day or time I'd get the day such as Monday or Tuesday. For the time I'd get Morning, Noon, Evening or Night. I had no personal items that could give me specifically the time or date.
As for what I did know. I knew the week schedule. Monday would be the class day. A day to learn about them, the failed experiments that turned into creatures. I thought I was the only successful one. Nobody else in my class that I knew of would ever be experimented on. Lucky me I guess.
Tuesday, to me, was the worse days. It was the day they had scheduled for me to be experimented on. I would either be injected with some strange glowing liquid or some would be taken out of me. My veins no longer had regular red human blood coursing through them but the toxic biohazard chemicals they often put into them. While I was being, as the scientist would say 'improved', the other members of the facility had a free day.
Wednesday was combat training. They would be teaching us Military combat training. It would be a way to survive them when they thrust us into the real world. Behind the walls that we have seen every day from the windows of the building. While my classmates were training amongst our fellow classmates. In fear of my skin being touched I had to always train with fully geared special agents. Compared to my fellow trainees I was better trained and better equipped.
Thursday was a day hated by all but me. We were our own police force so this day was dedicated to doing police work. While the others were watching over their claimed sanctions. I was again being trained in combat. This time though defensive not offensive. I was unable to see anyone else. Again there was that constant fear of my skin being touched.
Friday was yet again another special me day. Marksmanship training. They wanted me to be able to take out the target from long range. The curse that they supposedly blessed me with was to be hidden. There were to be extreme circumstances only that I could use that ability. Even then I had to make sure that none of my comrades were around to touch me or even see me.
My fellow members of New Haven did not know of my veins. Which glow from all the injections. As far as they were concerned, I was some spoiled ass brat who got special treatment, and I was okay with them thinking so. I didn't want to risk there being another incident. Not like the incident before.
Her name was Maria. I didn't know her last name. She was twelve years old I believe. I never got to socialize with the others. It was a Saturday. On weekends I would work out. So on this particular day, I was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and shorts. I was glistening in sweat because I had been working out since early morning. It was, from what I was told, a little after Noon.
I had begged the scientist monitoring my vitals if I could go out in the hall and get a drink of cold water. That hallway was meant to be off limits. Restricted to only me, armed guards, scientist, and military personnel. Since that was the case the scientist allowed me to do so. My veins were glowing because I was exhausted. That's when she saw me. Her eyes go wide in fear at the sight of my veins. I tried my hardest to explain but she quickly turned and started running.
I chased her down the hallway. She was a lot faster than me because she was not as exhausted as I was from working out all day. I could see the doors of the commons. It was a place I was forbidden from entering. As a last attempt to stop her I leaped in the air. I tackled her there. It was a horrible mistake. My bare forearm brushed against her cheek.
At this time there was no antidote for the Zombie effect. The scientist in search of me wondering where I had gone off to seen the scene play out. He had quickly gloved his hand and pulled me off. I just kept repeating "It was an accident, I didn't mean to touch her." He looked at me knowing I didn't mean too and it was an accident. They made her as comfortable as possible in her own room. They kept the door locked so that only the staff could enter.
Two hours later she took the breath that was her last. When news of her passing spread the scientist told them it was Influenza. I knew the truth though. That girl had died because of me. There was no longer a human inside me but a monster. Ever since that day I was not allowed to exit the room. In order to keep the scientist that had been with me since the day I arrived I lied. I told them I had snuck away when he was writing down my information.
They made my room kind of like a studio apartment. It had everything a living individual needed. This place. This building we were in was meant to be a paradise. Outside the walls were chaos and destruction. Where the weak that was not properly trained would surely die. Little did we all know that this 'Paradise' would soon be destroyed. War was knocking on the door and it was about to invite itself in. Whether we welcomed it or not.
