Experimental
Finale

7:37 P.M.

The military, with guns aimed at specimens one through eight, drives the group out of their cells. Traveling down a narrow hall, the military eventually delivers the group into a large courtyard. Every last military man in the whole building is there, standing at designated spots by the 20-foot-tall fence. An array of doctors—five in total—descend upon the experiments with beady eyes and nosy questions.

7:45 P.M.

Once through with the brief exams, the group is allowed some time to stretch their legs. They are to stay within an area marked off with cones and duck-tape.

Although it is clear this is a rare opportunity, a majority of the group can only manage sitting or crouching, for they are in a great deal of pain.

Freddy, who acts as if he is on a sugar high, bounces around, reacting not to the screams for him to keep in the marked area when he ventures out. He occasionally jumps onto a soldier, bringing forth a muttered curse and slap. He just laughs.

The once thinner Roger belches and groans in pain, occasionally able to form words of discomfort. He stares uncomfortably at everyone, who pretty much ignores them due to their own issues.

Samantha, the anorexic one, cries and sobs pitifully into her hands, her long nails gleaming dangerously. Roger attempts to pat her shoulder, but she snarls and slashes at him. No one else messes with her.

Leon and Wally sit together, a bit farther from the others. They talk a little, but only a little. Leon fidgets, his leg muscles twitching underneath his pants as if he desires to jump or run, and he keeps scratching at his eyes with snarls. Wally's coughing is so constant he can barely talk around it. A strange smoke begins to pour from his skin, smelly and unpleasant.

Jason and Crystal also rest together. Her voice comes out in grotesque snorts, and his voice transmits through low growls. His upper body looks dreadfully inflamed with muscle, much like William's right arm, which seems bigger than his torso by this point.

Whilst observing the miserable guinea pigs, the doctors jot down their notes. Their experiment hit a down point, but everything is back on track now. Or so it seems.

7:59 P.M.

Burping again, Roger finally rises and departs from the group to the border of the area they are allowed in. He needs to puke again, but there is no trashcan. The grass will have to do.

Preparing himself for the violent assault of acid, he breathes in, only to belch and groan. In that instance, something comes over him. A sort of haze traps his mind.

He glances up at the group of military. They are chatting happily while he is in pain. And it's their fault! With one final, loud burp, he stands and vomits. It shoots from his mouth and lands all over the military.

They shout in crescendo, blind and uncertain what just happened.

"The hell?" cries a nearby officer, who wasn't looking when the vomit was fired.

Another, who was, drops his gun. "How the fuck did that happen? He just puked all over them from right there!"

Meanwhile, Leon can no longer take it. With a mighty scream, he pounces one of the officers, ripping into him with his steel-like nails.

Wally, coughing and coughing, raises up. Firmly planted, he spots an officer aiming at his friend, ready to shoot, and spits out his tongue. The useless organ falls to the ground, making room for a much longer and much more useful organ. Using his intestines as a lasso, the heavy smoker wraps the guard with the gun and drags him.

While watching them, Freddy decides to play with the guards, too. He leaps onto a nearby officer who, in his panic, is not paying any attention. Unfortunately, as he claws at the man, a bullet dives into his flesh, killing him instantly…

…And starting a whole new case of chaos as Jason, hearing the noise, goes absolutely mad. A group of twelve guards in his sights, he charges, pummeling into them with his enlarges arms and fists.

He does not even notice when a bullet hits his jaw bone and causes it to fall off.

William and Crystal each join in. William spies a smaller group of officers, who are shooting at Jason in an attempt to kill him. So, naturally, he charges them and begins trying to kill them.

Crystal simply fires a huge ball of acid at the doctors. After all, they are real villains here. Their fault, their fault, their fault.

Gunshots whizzing pass, Samantha pays no mind to the guards or ruckus. But when an alarmed doctor comes to pull her away, assuming she is also in danger, she quickly corrects him with her lovely, blood-coated nails.

8:00 P.M.

Blood covers the courtyard. Dozens of bodies, doctor and military, litter it. Specimen numbers one, four, five, six, and seven remain standing.

#6 pounces to the top of the gate easily, and the others scale it speedily.

Though they no longer control their minds, a part must remain, for six and seven go off in the same direction. Four and five travel in similar ways until they reach their own personal fork-in-the-road scenario, and one just storms off, like always, alone.

The five of them, all victims of stupidity and the same viral experiment. No longer, however, are they victims. They are the hunters, the killers, the distributers.

When they survived the slaughter and exited that base, they brought The Infection to the U.S., free to mutate everyone and anyone it touches.

Assuming, obviously, any of the original Infected chose not to kill them first.

A/N: Brief explanation: I think the smoker's "tongue" is actually his intestines, which is why a smoker can keep using it even after it's been cut off.

And with that, I say:

The End.