Gillmore Hill

Jenny's eyes opened one green, with a slightly artificial look to it, and the other a baby blue with a crystalline pattern familiar to a well cut diamond. She immediately felt cold, her naked body tied down to a laboratory table, with an IV in each arm and a monitor reading her vitals. She lay still, looking at the ceiling, its florescent bulbs were almost blinding to her eyes.

A scream, it sounded so clear, but it was far away, down the hallway. The sound of two shots being fired and the splintering of bone. Jenny did not know what was causing this, in fact she didn't know anything about where she was. She realized she didn't know her name, or who she was, but she was aware that she didn't care for being tied down.

Jenny struggled against her bonds, and after a few minutes she was able to free her hand, though she had to hurt herself in order to do it. Once one hand was free the rest of the straps were easy to remove, she had to reach to the underside of the table and work with the buckles. Her feet were particularly difficult to free because she couldn't bend her ankles well and the straps were all but impossible to get to at the end of the table. pulling out the needles wasn't very difficult at all, though she was fascinated with the sensation.

A larger man in a labcoat, a white extra large tee-shirt (slightly big on him) and tan slacks entered the room, slamming the lab door shut. He held a Colt .45 Service Revolver, pointing towards the doorway. Jenny noticed a bite on his leg, blood trailing on the ground. "Shit, What the shit!" The man yelled out expletives as he moved back into the room. Jenny was about to speak when he turned around and pointed the gun at her. He gave her a look of disbelief as if he didn't expect to find a naked girl in a lab room labeled, "Bio-waste Disposal: Authorized Personnel Only." He lowered his gun and moved up to her, "Who are you miss? What are you doing here?"

Jenny lifted her hands up to touch the sides of his face, "Who am I?" She tilted her head, giving a questioning look before she twisted his neck till it snapped. It was quick, and sudden, and she had no idea why she just broke this man. She got up from the table and pulled the bloody lab coat off the man and took off his shirt, putting it over herself for some warmth. It was mostly clean, which was good enough for her.

Jenny went towards the door way, turning back to take the gun from the dead man's hand before she turned back to the door to the only room she had ever known in the whole twenty minutes of, as far as she knew, her life. When she opened the door there was a creature that looked almost human, were it not for its feral appearance. She turned away from it and began walking down the hallway, she slid open the revolver and checked on it, four rounds. She walked briskly but did not run, and the creatures began to follower her.

She moved through the kitchen area and through a side door with a human arm clinging to the handle, severed crudely from its slain host. Moving past two of the creatures feeding on a screaming woman she took a sharp turn and started walking towards the open gate, several bodies lay near the mechanism to close the gate, none of them had managed to get to it in time to close out the creatures. Jenny proceeded forward, two dozen of the creatures in pursuit of her.

As she walked past she turned on the gate, ducking under it as the hands of the quickest of the creatures was about to grab her. The gate came down on them, closing those that were not crushed under its weight were trapped behind its thick wires. It was meant to keep things in, and it was good at doing so.

Jenny continued walking, looking down at a paper bracelet around her wrist. Jenny Wiendel. 16. Female. Type: O-. Subject: 0001-C. She read it before tearing it off her arm and throwing it on the ground. She continued walking, barefoot and nearly naked with four bullets between her and any dangers she might run into.

"I am subject 0001-C," she whispered to herself as she continued walking. She had been thinking about it for the last minute of her walk. She though about who she was, what she was doing here and what these near human creatures were. She wondered why she even knew the words for some things, like "human" and "female" but not what the word was for these creatures running around. It was an infinitely peculiar that she seemed to lack any personal information. She recalled in her mind that people are born from people, that she could be a host to a embryonic entity and that it would eventually detach itself from her in order to grow to be a slight genetic alteration of herself, yet she could not recall her own host nor the fermenting being that was responsible for the other half of her genetic make-up. These things had words; Mother. Father. She recalled the words, yet no images were present within her mind to associate with them.

She witnessed one of the creatures chasing down a human man, he was tall and shirtless and Jenny decided she liked how he looked. He came to a chain link fence that separated the two of them, and spotting Jenny shouted out to her. "Help me! For the love of god help me, please!"

Jenny tilted her head to look at him, a look of confusion took her face, "I do not know that word. What is god?"

The man gave a desperate look, filled with fear and doubt, he didn't know what to make of this girl, but he could see her gun. "Just shoot the damn thing!" He shouted forcefully, while gesturing back at the creature that was almost upon him. Jenny looked at the creature and then at the chain link fence that safely kept it from reaching her. "It has no more bullets," she lied plainly, something inside her wanted to watch.

The beast was suddenly on top of the man, biting into his arm and hands clawing at his chest. Jenny watched the exchange, as the man's arm was bitten through, as the hands clawed out his intestines, his liver, his kidney. She leaned down to watch, silently calling out the names of the organs as she saw them. A smile took to her lips as the man looked up at her with desperate eyes, begging for help.

Jenny stood back up and started to walk away, the man was dead, his body was no longer attractive. This, as far as she knew, was the natural order of the world. This was the way everything was meant to be.

Rounding a corner two men with UBCS written on their armor rounded the corner, one of them had a bite on his arm and the other was providing cover fire as they were in retreat. The one holding his arm spotted Jenny and drew out his pistol before he realized she was a survivor. "Shit, we got a live one Maynard." Maynard tossed out a grenade and turned to take a look, "Yeah that's great Franko, but we don't have time to flirt with the locals."

The bitten man, evidently named Franko started looking very bad and collapsed down on the ground. Maynard pointed his gun at his former compatriot's head and blasted his brains all over the asphalt. "Sorry, I don't have time to babysit," he said while looking at Jenny. He stepped out again and started opening fire, drawing more attention towards himself, though he had little choice.

Jenny stood stiff against the side of the building as the creatures ran past her, in pursuit of Maynard's gunfire. She turned to look down the street they had come from and it was safe, all the creatures had been drawn out by the gunfire. Jenny made note of the penalty of opening fire, and resolved to save her four shots for when there were not other answers. She turned down the street and stepped in broken glass, cutting open her foot. She leaned down and pulled the glass free, tossing it to the side. She continued walking, leaving a bloody footprint trail that would be hard to discern from all of the other blood decorating the street.

She proceeded onwards, leaving the area known as Gillmore Hill.

Evan was heading into Gillmore Hill for an errand run supplies were running low and he was hoping he could find something in the town nearby. On the highway right outside of town he sees a girl and stops and says "Hi, my name is Evan Masters, what is yours?"