Project Apocalypse; ProjectMYN

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The creation of the MYN virus in my series I'm writing, sort of a prequel.

Submitted: November 02, 2011

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Myn Jenkins was cold. Well, Myn was always cold now. It was well into fall, and all she had was her thin and tattered sweater, so of coure she'd be cold.
The road was long, and never ending in Myn's opinion. She'd been perfectly happy what seemed like moments ago to her, now she was just cold.
It's not everyday you see a teenage girl walking down a deserted, dirt road in the middle of no where.
Myn had been riding a train, feet dangeling from the caboose, when she'd been cruely thrown off by a worker. 
She'd tumbeled and rolled down the small hill, twigs and thistles jabbing her. When she reached the bottom, she'd lain there unable to move, for what felt like moments to her, but who knows how long. By the time she got up, the train had passed out of sight.
Myn's eyes were half shut, her feet dragging. She wanted to lay down, to sleep, but she had no clue where she was. 
But then she saw something that made her freesze, made her want to praise the lord.
No, she thought, no it can't be!
It was a car.
I hope it's not a rapist, she thought, not really caring. She walkd into the center of the road, waving her arms wildly, desperate to catch the drivers attention.
The car slowed to a stop, and out of the small black car stepped a red headed woman in a black power suit.
"What are you doing all the way out here, lil miss?" she asked.
Myn just shrugged, jaw locked.
The lady laughed, "Want a ride back to civilization?"
Myn relaxed, and nodded. "Thank you," she said weakly, walking to the passenger seat.
"My pleasure, lil miss," the lady smiled.
Myn crefully climbed into the small, very expensive looking car. She felt bad about getting her grime on the leather seats.
The lady smiled kindly, "I'm Lilly Conally. What's your name, lil miss?"
Myn narrowed her eyes definsively at Lill.
Lilly laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not going to cart you off to the cops, I'd just like to know the name of the person who I'm sharing air with for the next hour."
Myn bit her lip, and sighed, "My name is Myn."
"Oh?" Lilly turned and looked at the thin girl, blue eyes shining, "And I'm guessing you're a runaway?"
Myn bit her lip.
"I'm not going to turn you in," Lili said very seriously, "I promise."
Myn felt a tear reach her eye, and didn't even attempt to hold it back.
She choked out, "I left two years ago."
Two years?" Lilly gasped, "But you can't be more than sixteen!"
"Fifteen," Myn mumbeled.
Lilly's blue eyes suddenly blazed, a fire lit behind the clean blue depths.
In one fluid movement, Lilly plunged a needle full of a pale green liquid into Myn's arm.
The effects were too fast for Myn to fight back. Her eyes fluttered close, and her body went limp.
Lilly Conally sped through the countryside in the direction she had just came. Keeping her eyes averted from the limp body beside her, a tight smil had reached her face by now.
The SNO facility rose in the distance, the state of the art building shining from behind the thick cement walls bordering it. Lilly knew most of the facility was underground.
The guards let her in without identification, everyone knew about Dr Lilly Conally and her importance to SNO.
Two drones rush up to her car as pulls up to the flight of wide stone stairs. Their white uniforms pulling over their thick muscles.
"I want this girl cleaned and prepared for experimentation, and taken to the High-Security Wing," she explains very clearly as she ascends the stairs and enters through the double glass doors.
The pristone lobby awaits her, the fountain bubbeling quietly in the corner, her shoes clicking pleasently against the marble floors.
"Good evening, Dr Conally," the secretary, Ellouise greeted her from her desk.
"Page Dr Bradbury and Dr McDevin and tell them to meet me in the High Security Wing with Virus 113," she flipped over her shoulder as she approached the elevator.
"Yes, ma'am," Ellouise dipped her head respectfully, and turned to her phone,
Lilly held up her ID to the scanner, the Aya's light beeped and their twin vioces mingeled and said, "Welcome back, Dr Conally."
Lilly stepped into the elevator. It went down smoothy, barely josteling Lilly at all. She closed her eyes for a second, cleaing her mind. She had to be top game for this.
The elevator stopped, and the Aya's voice said, "Main Level," as the doors opened to SNO's underground world.
All the walls were glass, you could see the huge expanse of the main floor of the facility from end to end. The ceiling and floors were pristine white, not a mark in sight under the gleam of the bright, white lights.
There were people everywhere. People in lab coats, people in suits, people preparing to leave in their street wear.Everyone has their ID and the six pointed snow flake of the SNO logo pinned on their person.
"Evening, Dr Conally." "Evening, Lilly." "Hello, Dr Conally." People greeted her from every corner of the hall, smiling, nodding, speaking to her.
She nodded at them, and walks to the next set of elevators. This set of elevators descended to one floor, and one floor alone.
The High-Security Wing was home to the most dangerous experiments. Experiments treated with viruss of violent, deadly, and mind altering quality were kept there, excluded from the majority of the SNO employees. Most didn't even know what was held down there, wich was why they all glaned at her curiously as she held up her ID for the scanner again.
Myn was going to be treated with a newly developed virus, one of an extremley violet, mind altering and body altering quality.
As an underage runaway, Myn qualified for testing. No one would miss her, she'd simply be a milk carton case.
The elevator stopped, and Lilly stepped into the world of the High-Security wing.
"Evening, Dr Conally," Dr McDevin greeted her.
Daniel McDevin would have better suited being a model if you asked anyone in the street, until you started a conversation about chemistry or biology then you would know that he was in his element in SNO.
"Dr McDevin," she smild, "Walk with me."
They walked side by side down the white, windowless hallway. The walls down here were all enforced with cement and high grade unbreakable glasses and metals developed by SNO. 
McDevin took a pen out of his labcoat, and grabbed a clipboard from a wall. He gestured to a slim white door leading to an office, "Ladies first."
They both held up their ID's, and walked into the office.
Dr Bradbury, the head of the entire SNO corporation. He was a tall, clean shaven man with a crop of dark bonde hair.
"Conally, McDevin," he greeted them, "Today's your day."
Dr McDevin preened, "Today's our day, Lilly."
Lilly just smiled, anxious to begin.
Dr Bradbury took the clipboard and pinned a pice of paper to it, "Myn Evans, missing for two years. Fifteen, almost sixteen. Decent condition, serious lack of nutrition, common in runaways though. You did well, Lilly."
"How did you find her?" Dr McDevin inquired in awe.
Lilly laughed, "She was walking down on of the roads out here, too far away from any kind of civilization except for SNO in the opposite direction she was going. I did her a favour."
"You did indeed, and now she's returning it," Dr Bradbury said, "Ah! I see the drone's are here with the virus."
The door beeped open, and two men in white lab outfits walked in, holding a heavy, armoured case.
"Virus 113, doctors," they said, setting it down and turning to leave.
"Wait!" Dr Bradbury said, "We'll need you to do vitals after injection."
They nodded, "We'll be outside."
"Are you two ready?" Dr Bradbury asked the two young scientists.
They both nodded vigorously.
"Let's go then," he led the way into the hall.
They walked to the very end of the hall, and they scanned themselves in.
They walked into a room of solid white, except for the grey, metal gurney and the girl laying on top of it. Her hair was a dry shade of gold clean, while Lilly had thought it to be light brown at first.
Myn was so thin in the white, poly-blend gown. Her arms and legs like sticks, her neck even worse. Her body was laced with scars, frown lines etched deep into her forhead.
Dr Bradbury opened the armoured case, revealing a single needle full of pale blue liquid.
"Starting injection of the newly named Myn Virus," he anounced.
Lilly and Dr McDevin didn't argue. They were stealing this girls life, she at least deserved to have the possible saving grace of humanity named after her.
Dr Bradbury stuck the needle deep into Myn's thin arm, and slowly pushed the plunger. They watched as the pale liquid was released into Myn's body.
Her bright brown eyes flashed open, and Lilly could see the shower of completley human emotion flash through them, the cry for help blaring like a bullhorn. She opened her mouth, maybe to scream, maybe to cry, maybe to speak. 
Whatever it was though, no sound was uttered. Those bright brown eyes closed, the fight in this sad creature had disapeared.
For a few tense moments, nothing happened. Dr McDevin gulped, Lilly opened her mouth to speak but Dr Bradbury silenced her with his finger.
A moment later, Myn's body tensed.
Myn slowly sat up, spine rigidly straight. Her body was completely errect, her eyes eerily closed. Her pale lips were just barely parted, and she appeared to be smelling the air.
Her eyes flashed open.
Something was wrong, very wrong. Both Lilly and Dr McDevin could tell.
Myn's once soft, bright eyes were suddenly dark and cold. The colour had solidified, the quality suddenly very animal. Her eyes were keen and cunning, horribly advanced. Like a predator.
"Hello, Myn," Dr Bradbury said slowly, "My name is Dr Bradbury. This is Dr Conally and Dr McDevin. How are you feeling?"
A high, cold voice answered instead of Myn's soft, breathy voice, "Hungry."
"Then we should get you something to eat, shouldn't we?" he asked.
She nodded once.
"Well, me and the doctors will go get you something to eat, is that okay?" he asked her, carefully watchin for reactions.
She nodded again, just once.
All three scanned their ID's, and walked out.
"Check her vitals, I want samples of her blood, saliva, and hair," he told the drones before returning to the little office.
"Yes, sir," they both said, and went into Myn's room.
All three sat at a round table, staring at a screen showing Myn's room, not speaking.
The first drone collected samples, while the second one took vitals.
The second one turned to the first and said something, a nervous look on his face.
The first once froze, and ran out with the box of samples. Seconds later he was in the little office.
"Doctors!" he gasped.
Dr McDevin was the first to speak, "Yes?"
"Her temperature is through the roof, but her heart's not beating," his eyes popped out with fear.
On the screen, Myn turned her head slowly towards the drone who was packing up.
"You're joking," Lilly snorted.
"I assure you, Dr Conally, I'm very serious," he insited.
All four of them looked at the screen.
The drone was heading for the door, and Myn was climbing off of the gurney.
"Lock it!" Dr Bradbury yelled as Dr McDevin lunged for the controls.
The twin voice of the Aya pierced the room, "No need for that Dr Bradbury, I assure you the creautre is very secure."
Suddenly a scream of animal rage split the air as Myn lunged at the drone.
They stared in horror as blood splattered the room as Myn ripped the drone in half and threw half of his body across the room befpre sinking her teeth deep into his flesh.
Dr McDevin gulped, "What have we done?"
Myn stood slowly, and walked over to the camera. You could see in full detail the blod and flesh spilling from her mouth down her front.
She smiled sweely at the camera, waved, and then the screen went black.
"What do we do, Doctor?" Lilly squeeked.
"What have we done?"
 
 
 
 


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