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Loud footsteps clank on the linoleum floor. A tall figure passes by, a sneer on his lips as he ignores the lab rooms rumbling with various animalistic noises from its’ prisoners. He instead goes to focus on the control panel at the end of the hall, connected to three wide screens. The man presses a button and the monitors all blink open with a dim light before changing over to display confidential files, lab analyses and statistics.
The middle display suddenly has a pop-up for a video call notification, and he fixes his face to remove the sneer before answering it. There, on the other side of the screen, was General Felix, with her neatly kept long hair and a serious expression on her face as she looks at the man with sharp, cold eyes.
“Your report?” The general asks.
“The first batch went well in the creating stage,” the man answers with a cool, relaxed tone. “But we still don’t know how to make them listen for the training stage. Seems like Shargs’ overridden the brain on that part.”
General Felix sighs. “Even the willing ones?”
“Unfortunately.”
The lady on the screen’s eyebrows furrows as she gives an exasperated nod. “Fine. For now, find a way. Maybe work to get them smarter, back to being human-like. Those scientists and engineers I sent weren’t for nothing, and I expect results by—”
A sudden alarm blares loudly through the facility as red warning lights flashed brightly, startling the two. The man scowls, as does General Felix.
“Figure it out,” she harshly warns the person as the monitor flickers, a warning notification appearing on the left monitor stating a lab breakout.
The man shakes his head before saluting to the general and then closing down the call. With a hiss, he turns on his heel and runs down the hallway. For a moment, he glances at all the open cells and his fists clench. Damn it.
He goes towards a cell, punching at the blinding red finger-print scanner. The action makes the device crackle, but the man doesn’t even flinch at the electricity scorching his knuckles. No, he looks over besides the scanner as the wall opens to reveal a red button with the word “LOCKDOWN” sprayed on in white as it was covered by a glass case.
The person pulls his hand away from the broken contraption that was still buzzing with electricity to smash the glass. Ignoring the glass stabbing into his skin and the blood beginning to flow, he presses on the button to initiate lockdown.
The red lights switch over to a dim yellow as security gates slide down on all doors and metal gates in the halls slam shut with a loud clang!
The man sighs in relief, pulling out his phone with his other, non-injured hand to contact the other people at the facility. He had to know if any of the experiments got out, how the hell they managed to break their holding cells and where everyone else was.
Three sets of footsteps skitter on through the desert’s sandy ground, the night wind blowing their tracks away. The creatures communicate through short chirps and trills, a mix of bugs, birds and whistling. The scientists never figured out they’re gone. They’ve snuck out. And even with their brains and sentience, a feral instinct holds absolute control over their mind, giving a clear command fueled by insatiable hunger.
Feast.