Bury All Your Secrets In My Skin

Carla walked down the corridor, carrying a thick dossier as she headed over to the west side of the building. She tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ears, quietly sighing to herself as her heels clicked with every step. The last thing she wanted was to have another talk with Warren- it was the same scenario every time; she would try and talk to him about something important and he would either shoot her down and make her feel pathetic or take the credit for her discoveries.

She quietly knocked on the door, waiting for the loud grunt from behind it and quickly walked inside. The office was a large grey room, lined with bookcases and photographs of Warren’s highest achievements. Show off she thought bitterly as she took a seat in front of the desk. Warren spun round on his chair, a small grin forming on the corners of his lips. “Long time no see” He said, his eyes studying her as she sat before him. He couldn’t deny how gorgeous she was, long legs, big boobs and a pretty face-everything he liked in a woman.

Shame she divorced him last year.

Carla shook her head, keeping her face emotionless as she caught him eyeing her boobs. “I don’t have time for this, so will you stop checking me out and listen” She replied sternly, narrowing her eyes at him. Warren quickly looked up, locking eyes with her as he folded his hands together upon the glass desk; nodding at her to continue.

She dropped the dossier on the table, not taking her eyes off Warren as she began to drum her fingers upon its surface. “We’ve ran frequent tests and we can assure you there is no cure for the virus” She explained. Warren rubbed his temples impatiently; he had heard all this before. Why was she wasting his time with this now? “I know that Carla, if we had we still wouldn’t be underground would we” He interrupted agitatedly. Carla flashed him a threatening look, silencing him immediately; he knew that look all too well- the I wasn’t finished face.

“What if I told you we found someone who was immune?”

Warren stared at her intently. This was impossible. Nobody could be immune to this; it wasn’t like the flu virus or anything they had seen before. One bite and that was it, you had about a minute or so to live before it finally took hold of you; killing you before you reanimated as something else. Something frightening. Something inhuman. “We ran tests, there was no way anyone could be immune to the virus” He replied, trying to figure out how this could have happened.

A thin smile slowly emerged on Carla’s face; a frightening, sinister smile Warren had never seen before. “Do you remember PROJECT H? “ She asked, her voice a mere whisper as she edged closer to him. Warren broke away from her gaze, rising from his chair and turning away from her. How could he forget PROJECT H? If he had any regrets in life it was getting involved in that. It was a sickening process that made him question everything. It sent him to the brink. Behind the cold, hard face exterior stood a frightened and damaged middle aged man. He nodded, remaining silent as the memories began flooding back.

He didn’t want to think about it- it was too disturbing.

“I checked over the records and it turns out that there was one who wasn’t accounted for. They just disappeared days before the outbreak reached the critical stage” Carla said. Warren sighed, glancing back at her as she sat back in the chair, a smug expression forming on her face. She had every right to be he supposed, she had probably found the key to their problems. “Who?” Warren asked coldly. Carla slowly stood up, tapping the dossier as she made her way out of the office. “It’s all in here. Let me know when you want to take action” She replied, walking out of the office. Warren waited for the door to click shut before sitting back down at his desk, reaching for a bottle of liquor under his desk and pouring himself a stiff drink. He pulled the folder towards him, clearing his throat as he began to flick through the pages.

Then he saw it.

The ghostly face of a bald man he had before; his sunken eyes stared lifelessly into the camera as he held up a small sign with his number on it. Attached to the picture was some basic information about the man such as his name, height and sexuality. But as Warren continued to read this information, he saw, written in ink on the bottom of the page that he was discharged a week or so before the outbreak became critical.

“This is impossible... nobody ever left PROJECT H alive?”

Notes

First chapter of the sequel

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