Prologue.

“Test subject X032, is proving unresponsive to the treatment, he is larger then other test subject’s this is currently the leading hypothesis for the ineffectiveness of the drug, other test subjects were terminated by 0.25mg’s however, we believe we’ve exhausted all option’s and moving to increase X0032’s dosage to 0.25mg in hope’s test subject will become a viable host for the virus, Record.”
The white rubber glove squeaked as the frail hand in habiting it, wrapped around a syringe, another white gloved hand reached for a small brown bottle with a white label, inside a clear liquid sloshed about, as the needle punctured the rubber film that contained the content’s of the small brown bottle.
The syringe was armed with its clear liquid and gliding towards its target’s arm, a man lay in on a hospital style bed.
He used to be an operative in the British special forces, his tattoo that adorned his shoulder was three skull’s with parachutes attached most likely a symbol of his regiment.
The man sweated as the needle approached his arm, a White rubber gloved hand clasped his shoulder, the muscles in it tensed as the man pulled at his restraint’s it was no good he couldn’t break them.
“Computer X0032’s treatment was administered at exactly 0551 hour’s Record.”
The needle pierced the man’s fore arm, as the metal penetrated into his vein, he could feel the content’s of the syringe empty into his body it felt warm, his vision blurred and his chest felt tight.
The soldier tried to yell but no air would leave his lung’s he felt like his chest would explode.
The man opened his mouth to scream again but still air wouldn’t escape him.
Fear streamed down the man’s face, in the form of tears leaving clean streaks across the man’s dirt covered cheeks.
“Computer, test subject X0032 seems to be experiencing some kind of asphyxiation, I’m about to infect X0032 with the disease, Record.”
Another Syringe guided by white rubber hand’s delivered another clear liquid directly into the man’s blood stream.
“Test subject X0032 seems to be able to breath now, he however appears to have lost consciousness, he seems to be in some kind of REM state, his eyes are unresponsive to light, Record.”

The soldier's eyes shot open to see the man standing directly above him, he had deep wrinkles about his eyes from too many years squinting down a microscope.
His breath was fowl, like the man hasn’t brushed his teeth for week’s and his teeth seemed to be a testament to that assumption they were stained yellow from cigarettes and the root’s were black and rotten, his moustache was more of result from unkempt hygiene, most noticeable feature of the scientist was his surprised look on his face, slowly the man’s memory drew back to him, he remembered he was being held prisoner at some sort of laboratory, He looked at his restraints they were thick leather with metal buckle’s attached to the steel rail’s of the medical style bed he lay on.
His eyes turned back to the scientist that appeared to be talking to him self.
The man felt his arm’s tugging on the restraints and they creaked the sound of leather breaking, then he knew he could get free, he tensed his body then thrust his leg out, the restraint around his ankle broke like it was made of wool, with his right leg free he slammed his foot hard into the scientist who landed in a crumpled mess amongst his medical equipment he kept on the bench.
Thrusting his body upwards breaking the bond’s on his other leg, lifting both his leg’s up he threw them down while twisting onto his right shoulder his left arm broke free, then with his recently freed arm he undid his right arm’s bracer.
The man stood on his unbound leg’s the first taste of freedom in months and it filled him with excitement, he flew straight for the door, it burst open cracking and banging against the wall, sending the laboratory's alarms into an frenzy.
The man passed closed door’s inside the cells were men of a similar predicament waiting for their fate.
Two orderly’s heard the alarm’s and have moved to the door to block this man’s escape but he busted through the orderly’s like they were fragile rag dolls, one fell through a glass window to a laboratory, as the other hit the concrete wall with a sickening smack as his head cracked, the orderlies body slumped to the floor leaving behind a blood smear where his head met its match.
The soldier's heart pounded in his chest and the world seemed to tilt on it’s side, his vision refused to completely focus and his eye's rolled about in his head, like he had no control over where his eyes wondered, but he didn’t care.
The man saw a final set of closed doors they were green heavy iron doors with out window’s, and above them a red and white neon sign read exit, the man didn’t even care if the doors were locked.
His breathing was heavy, drowning out the noise of the alarm and the voices yelling from behind him.
The man felt sharp jab’s of pain flowing through his arm’s and legs, looking at his arm’s in horror at what the sensation was, they had what appeared to be bullet wound’s decorating his limb's like massive black and red insect bites, but his leg’s still stayed moving, stayed strong, as the bleeding ceased, and the wounds sealed themselves.
The man looked up in time to put his arm’s out against the doors, they blew open as Keith flew through them, he was thankful they weren’t locked.
It was night outside and rain gently fell upon his face it was almost to much, the man cried out in sheer joy, he was in bear feet and the the ground was made of wet gravel, the smell of freshly mown grass wafted into the soldier's nostrils.
The man hadn’t felt rain in what seemed like an eternity having been locked in that windowless cell for months.
The soldier felt as though he could run even faster now, since the soul crushing restraint of the lab no longer bound him.
And through the darkness he ran, never looking back, his leg’s never faltering on their pace.

“Test subject X0032 is a success. Activate GPS #3141, project morning star is now active, inform the brother hood.”
The white leather gloves placed the small cell phone back in the green plastic pocket of the lab coat.