Meeting Crazy

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Ball Cap, Clothes(B), Sneakers, Intertwined Backpacks

Your Inventory: Pistol B (??/??), Firecrackers (34), Pocketknife, Flip Lighter, Battery Powered Lantern, Battery Powered Clock, Mini Flashlight, Pack of Batteries (10)

You really don't want to deal with her, but Lab Coat has some questions to answer. About what she did to you, how she got this set up so quickly, and most importantly the one that was hinted at with that one particular backpack...

You cautiously make your way back, unsure if you have cleared the hallways as well as taking the time to check the gun in your hand. 6 bullets left out of 13 isn't a bad thing, but not the best. As you get closer, the indistinct notices became clearer and clearer until you could make something out. It wasn't what you expected.

".....orked. It worked. It worked. I'm not a futa. I'm not a futa! Take that, Benny! Can't tell the difference between a germ and a cell my sweet, lovable, and most importantly, UNINFECTED ASS!!! Hahahahahahaha....."

You can just feel the sweatdrop on your head, and after entering the room, decide to get her attention the way you most eagerly want to. You are pleasantly surprised by the acoustics of the room, as the sound of the pistol's hammer being cocked back echoes quite loudly and is enough to break Lab Coat out of her self-satisfied rant.

You both stare at one another for a small amount of time before you break the silence. "Q&A. First, who are you?" You also subtly intimidate her a little by slightly lifting the gun in her direction.

"Rebecca. My name is Rebecca. And I think that we can both agree that last names don't really matter anymore. I worked for a small medical company contracted by the CDC to try to come up with a cure for the disease. I saw how fast it was spreading and kinda...copied all the work I could get onto a flash drive and bolted. Managed to make my way here and started trying to make a cure."

You kind of already had figured that. You are also slightly taken back at just how easily she seems to spill her evil deeds…err maybe not so evil deeds as you register her words, but school your expression neutral as you keep on track. "And was that what you injected me with?"

"Of course not. I realized early on that that was way too far off. I've been working on immunity. And it worked."

"How did you know I was here?"

"I rigged the surveillance system to display down here. It wasn't easy either. I had to sketch the entire system, rip out enough cable to lead down here, drag it all down the stairs, all while keeping an eye open for the Infected. I have 3 cameras displaying the entrance, the road here, and the stairwell. And yes, I know how to do some electronic wiring. We barely had 2 dozen people where I worked. Had to multitask." She mutters towards the end.

"How many were before me?"

Rebecca actually has the audacity to look sheepish at that question. "Maybe 8. I had to test it, you know. Always came up in ones or twos. Infected the first guy, then tazed the next to test a trail. Never had any luck until you."

You couldn't help the frown from forming as you spring the question you've been leading up to. "And how long was it until you were so **** that you'd test it on a kid?"

"I never-" "DON'T LIE! I SAW THE BACKPACK!" You shout at her. How dare she-

"I didn't," she softly whimpers, which takes you aback, "I never tested a child. That, that was Joshua's pack." she ends with a sob. You can't even say a word before the flood is unleashed. "My little brother. When I bolted, the second place I went was my parent's house. Had no idea where they were, or the babysitter. I woke him up, grabbed some toys and books and shoved them in his little backpack and we got in my car and we tried to drive away but we hit a traffic jam so we got out and we ran-" "Hey. Calm down, and breath."

She nods and takes a deep breath before continuing. "We, uh, we ran into the woods. Just ran until we found a cabin about half a mile away from here maybe. He was tired, I was tired, and we seemed to be safe. Some time in the night, I felt a shift of the bed. Just managed to put my foot into the Infected's stomach. We struggled for a bit, until I managed to jam a knife I had laying on the bed table into its head. Grabbed my gun and went to find Joshua. But," here the sobs returned "when I found him, another Infected already had its dick in his mouth and before I could fire, it came. I shot it, then grabbed something and just started beating it's head over and over until it...it didn't have a head anymore. I looked back at Joshua and he was looking at me with lust, LUST! And he was masturbating and he looked like 3 years older already. I hugged him for a bit before I started telling him it would be alright, even as I led him back to the bed I had been sleeping on and I tied him to it. I blindfolded him and gagged him and just sat there crying and adjusting his bonds as he kept changing and growing. And then, then he was one of them. For a moment, I thought about giving in. Just walking outside and letting them take me. Maybe even letting Joshua go. Go out by someone I love." Her voice has dwindled to almost a whisper now. "But, then I found the trap door."

Ok, that was not what you were expecting from this story. It now casts some doubt on her story, though you know you knew about the lodge for some reason other than its location. She keeps going forward in her tale as you ponder the missing fact.

"Tunnel ran right up here, into a room a few over. And I found all of this and the rest is history."

"The chemicals and the generator?"

"Already here. Maybe someone either planned to do what I was and never made it, or hell, maybe even made the disease here."

Well, it does make some sense, and you finally remember that fact. You were going to help out during the Halloween season as one of the frights, and you were told about being put in a tunnel path between the lodge and a cabin.

You don't have anymore questions. Guess you know what you have to do know.