Casey - I'm sorry

Hello? Is this thing on? Uh, one-two, one-two, testing. Right. Okay then, I'll guess I'll begin.

My name is Casey Zygmuntowicz, this is an automated message and by the time you hear this, I'm probably already dead.

I'm a researcher, wait, no. I was a researcher working out of USAMRIID. Fort Detrick, Maryland. Now I'm a dead girl walking. Heh, there's some unintended irony for you.

I'd like to say I had nothing to do with the outbreak. Nothing to do with any of it but I'd be lying if I tried. There's no-one left to bury me for treason and you can't be tried for exposing state secrets when there isn't a state any more so I suppose it doesn't matter any more.

I worked on Project R, a top secret bio-weapons platform being developed for the US army. It was highly experimental, highly dangerous and, as you are no doubt aware, highly effective. The original goal of the project was to create super soldiers, soldiers that could keep fighting even after a normal man would be taking a six foot dirt nap. The first batch had unforeseen side-effects.

God, I'm so hungry. I feel it growing inside of me, the hunger. You see, I'm infected and it's only a matter of time before I'm one of them. I had to say something, even if it was only sorry.

Anyway, as I was saying. We were conducting trials of batch R-312 on primates when I think the first cross-over to a human host happened. A lab technician was studying Mandy, the speciman in question, when beyond all expectations she managed to break through the containment area glass and attack.

Maybe you don't realise the significance of this but that glass was 3 inches thick bulletproof glass. A car crash shouldn't have been able to get through it, let alone a lone monkey. The room was sealed off, the steel blast doors lowered and the area quarantined. Batch R-312 was amazing. The subjects strength was drastically increased and their regenerative abilities were astounding. It looked like we had cracked it, a viable super soldier program. I was proud to be on the team, even as we heard Mandy ranging inside the lab and the screams of the technician. We'd already lost our humanity, even before the outbreak.

What happened next was the beginning. Ground zero.

Mandy had destroyed all the cameras but we needed to study her, do a dissection, learn more about the effects. We waited two days and then the room was haloed which should have suffocated everything inside. If they needed to breathe.

What we found in there was frightening beyond belief. The technician, oh god, his face, his face was gone but he went for them anyway. Mandy too, her glazed eyes burning with rage and her fur slick with blood. They kept coming, even after round after round was pumped into them. The outbreak spread from there. Every time they killed another joined their ranks. I watched through the cameras in my vaccine lab horrified before I managed to tear my eyes away from the horrors I was seeing and barricade myself in.

It shouldn't have happened, batch R-312 was non-communicable. The previous batches were though and while in the lab they must have smashed the other vials and become carriers for the other versions. Somehow, the different batches interacted with each in ways we couldn't have predicted.

It was my fault. The batches should have been moved to our storage facility but I'd requested an extension before we moved them. I'm an immunologist, I was working on a vaccine. I'd finished it but hadn't had time to run tests. It's standard procedure to have a vaccine for any bio-weapon, in case we ever need to defend against it ourselves. I'd requested that the batches be kept back one more day for final testing, even if their earlier trials hadn't been successful the pathogens might still have been dangerous.

Okay, I'm tired. I need to lay down for a bit. I don't know how much of what I've said makes any kind of sense. I'll try and say more tomorrow. So hungry...

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