creature stirred. Looking for the disturbance that awoke him from his nap.
Leathery skin rubbing harshly against the equipment that was over one hundred
years old, he moved from the corner nest and into the hallway. He could feel the
presence of another, something dangerous, something deadly. Pulling the home
isss theree." Itís raspy voice echoing against the stainless steel walls.
only answer came as screeching of claws on mettle and a low rumble. Then quickly
from an open doorway in the hall the second creature attacked its talons ripping
into flesh and its teeth tearing at the raged clothes that were draped about the
one hundred years of mutation from radiation spread during a nuclear war, not
much had stayed the same; most biological life began to mutate creating hideous
offspring. One of these, such mutations was the scabbie, a mutated form of human
witch was more like the "Zombies" of stories than anything, it had
highly developed senses and a love of death. And that made them a most hated and
feared creature. Genetically human, and mentally primal he swiftly fought off
the first attack.
no place to go the scabbie went berserk an animal cornered and wounded. Lashing
out at anything in sight or reach, it charged. What it got for its effort was to
be smashed beneath the supreme weight of the mutated bear.
diner found the massive animal left carrying the cancer ridden humanoid as if it
were a twig. In his mouth the smaller creature screamed in pain. Wildly throwing
the glass knife in one last desperate attempt to survive. The blade went wide,
striking the power control console on the wall. More specifically it hit the
reset button. The vile almost human creatureís screams ended forever as the
last of his breath flowed over his blistered lips.
blinked, gears wined and the center came to life. Power restored it was able to
complete the task that ran through the system before a neutron bomb hit. The
sealing lights began to glow and a fog appeared as gas condensed in the empty
room next to the lab. The matter transfer was completing its final analysis; a
body appeared molecules combining and features forming as he was slowly put back
After over fifty years of existing stuck in the middle of a matter
transfer jump he was back among the living. Or at least those who were
struggling to survive.
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