Eloise Stamp (stampitout) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-18 16:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july, ellie, elliot |
WHO: Ellie, Eli, Rory, assorted NPCs.
WHAT: Things go wrong.
WHEN: Forward-dated to Friday, July 20th, 2019. Late afternoon.
WHERE: The Death Chamber.
RATING: Medium/high for violence and things.
STATUS: In progress
The second subject arrived at 4:00pm -- late by almost half an hour, of course, but these things were never predictable. Regardless, Ellie had had the table set up for hours now. Everyone present in the lab had been briefed and prepared: they would undergo the same careful steps as they had for the previous subject, and they were all to maintain precisely the same roles for ease of operation.
Ellie's was to stand by the table and prepare to administer the sedative. One look at the subject, however, and it was clear that the dosage would need revising. It was a larger man, as tall as the two technicians carrying him in; he strained against the ties at his wrists and ankles, snapping his jaws indiscriminately. Oddly enough, the infected didn't growl or wail, as so many did -- he was relatively quiet, apart from a hungry wet gurgle in the back of his throat. Ellie could see his teeth through a gash along the side of his face.
"Why isn't his mouth covered?" she asked quietly, taking a step backward as the body was dropped unceremoniously on the table.
"We couldn't -- he was too..." One of the men -- Tom -- began, shrugging. "We thought..."
The words trailed off as he and his partner steadied the infected. It looked easy enough for the two of them together, though the second -- Adam -- was noticeably pale under the white lights. They took a moment to settle, trading glances, before looking up at the rest of the crew. Ready. Satisfied, Ellie turned away to prepare the needle, offering Rory a tight smile. "That's all right. It should be easy enough to cover now that he's been tied. Do you mind?"
It all happened quickly after that.
"No, I guess I'll just..." Tom trailed off again, presumably distracted. "Okay, Adam, you get the--"
"--Hold on!"
"Adam, get his legs, okay?"
"...I already untied them?"
"No, dude, I don't even have the gag in! And it was wrists first!" Toms voice was shrill. There was an odd metallic screech as the table legs scraped against the floor.
"What the fuck? Shit! I fucking told you like four times--"
At this point Ellie turned; in that same instant the infected jumped against his captor's hands, and all at once Adam took a step back and Tom forward. Then something happened (a something she would never manage to remember) and Tom was backing away with a scream, Adam and the infected crashing backward into Ellie as though from nowhere.
She hit the floor, the needle driving deep into her palm; all around was the sound of screaming and running, as if a switch had been flipped, the air suddenly thick with panic. Ellie realized as she was standing -- which seemed to take eight thousand years, though only a moment had passed -- that Adam was on the floor, his throat open and bubbling hot blood across the tiles.
The infected now swayed and jerked in the center of the room, overwhelmed by his potential victims -- now numbering three.
1, 2... Where is everyone? Is this real? Ellie thought absently, reaching down to pull out the needle in her hand. It was gone already; she could feel a numbness growing in her arm, pounding at the base of her skull. There was barely time to breathe -- to think -- before the subject let out a furious, primal scream, lunging for the closest of their number. The ties at his wrist had come loose in the struggle; he shot forward with arms out, grasping.
Runner, thought Ellie, mind absurdly blank. I haven't had a nightmare like this one before.