It looked as though the pressure would rupture his flesh at any second.
Dark crimson blood poured relentlessly from his nose and mouth.
It dripped off his chin, splattering against the metal table.
Drop.
Drop.
The sight was terrifying.
The loudmouthed doctor who had been eager to impress Dr. York happened to be standing closest to the bed.
All the blood drained from his face. He spun around, desperate to run.
Asset 07 swung his massive, vein-roped arm in a vicious arc.
Smash!
The doctor was launched across the room like a ragdoll, slamming brutally into the reinforced wall.
His body exploded on impact.
Blood and gore rained down on the pristine floor.
He didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to a sickening smear of crimson on the sterile white tiles.
"Ahhh! He's rogue! He's gone rogue!"
The arrogant experts, doctors, and pharmacists lost their minds, shrieking in absolute terror.
The room descended into pure chaos.
"Open the door! Let me out of here!"
"I'm not dying in here! Open the damn door!"
Staring at the pulverized remains of their colleague, the men scrambled over each other, crawling and sliding in the blood as they fought to reach the exit.
Some collapsed, their legs turning to jelly.
Others huddled behind medical equipment, trembling so violently they could barely breathe.
It was a massacre waiting to happen.
Dr. York was ghost-pale. He practically threw himself at the control console, frantically trying to adjust the dosage. "Push the stabilizers!"
"No... the neural inhibitors aren't working!"
"Why isn't it reacting?! What about the repair fluids? Why isn't anything working!"
"This... this is impossible!"
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