Expirament 212

I thought nothing could sicken me anymore until now. Sitting with this terrified little girl and her bloody stuffed rabbit, I knew what this was. The puncture wound on her neck, the darkening veins, the glossiness of her bloodshot eyes, these sick bastards injected this girl with the virus. It wouldn't be long before she turned.


After all I've seen in here, this is what got to me. I felt so much sadness, so much pain for this girl. How could anyone do this? How could they hurt someone so young, so innocent? She did nothing to them! Nothing! She didn't even know what was going on. She lost her family, her home, and now this. A scared little girl, stuck with needles and left to die in a small room with a complete stranger.


"M-m-mama…" she whimpered holding her little rabbit as tight as she could.


"What is it sweety," I asked while reaching out to hug her.


"I…I wanna go home. I wanna see mama!" She yelled as she threw herself into my arms. I held her tightly and felt tears begin to swell in my eyes.


"Sssh, you'll see mama soon," Very soon. I held her tight as if she were my own child.
I felt her struggle for breath as she began to wheeze. I rocked her and held her even tighter.


"Hush little baby don't say a word" I started to sing in a shaky voice. It the only song I could think of at the time. "Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird."


Her wheezing slowed until her body went limp. I reached with one hand to the bed and grabbed the spoon.


"If that mockingbird won't sing." Her body started to move again.


She turned to face me once more and as the gurgling in her throat turned to a low growl I jammed the end of the spoon into her eye as hard as I could and an unexpected scream escaped my lungs seeing the horror at the end of my own hands. I felt the blood splash across my face as continued to jam the spoon into the lifeless skull of an innocent girl.


After the savagery was over I sat in my cell shaking and holding the limp body. Tears were running down my face. All I felt was hatred and rage; my blood was boiling beneath my skin. I gently laid her on the floor with her rabbit resting under her arms and placed a sheet over her. I fell to the floor sobbing and the voice came over the speaker again, "Experiment 212 failed. Target successfully neutralized. However, subject is displaying signs of remorse."


It felt like everything stopped right there, my heart, my pulse, the blood flowing through my veins. I was startled by the realization that I was a test, an experiment; we all were.


My face began to burn with rage and my pulse began to speed out of control. There were no more tears as I stood up and walked over to the thick glass that had held me captive for so long. I placed my arm against the glass and rested my forehead on the back of my arm while staring at the guard outside my cell. He started taunting me and hitting the glass, calling me names, trying to get a reaction. I didn't budge. I stood motionless, staring at him through narrowed eyes. He started to back away, a sudden look of fear rising behind his eyes.


I turned my gaze to examine the top of the glass, the sides, and finally returned my attention to the guard. I felt the corners of my mouth curl upward in a sarcastic smile as stared. He seemed more frightened now.


I let out a savage cry while pounding on the glass. This glass was almost 4 inches thick, yet somehow it began to crack under the force of my fists hammering down on it. I pounded harder until my fists began to bleed and the glass started to shatter. An almost insane laughter came over me as pieces of glass rained down over the floor. The guard nearly tripped over his own feet as he started to run and call for help on his radio.