I fell down on the ground from the wall. I felt some slimy residue covering my entire body.
I felt confused, scared… But i knew exactly what had happened when i watched the wall behind me. I came from there.
I could not focus with my eyes but in my opinion it actually looked like a cocoon i burst out of.
I went through with it, didn’t I? Yes i did.
I crawled helplessly on the floor dragging the goo all around the enviroment, but i managed to reach my communicator.
When i reached it on the floor i could not feel my arms. I tried to regain some strength.
How long have i been out? I am starting to feel cold… I require a damn medivac!
I guess it is all my own fault. Trusting some shady company to insure my survival amongst the radiation. The name Transhuman Labs sounds evil so what did i expect?
Survival out here sure, but not like this.
My hazmat suit should have kept me safe from most of the foreign bacteria and radiation outside of my body. This makes no sense.
Something is wrong with my body. I feel… Cold… But i am starting to think this room is not really that cold.
Did they set me up? Just to get a kick out of it?
What triggered this? And why?
I tried to close my eyes but noticed it was impossible. They simply would not close.
My squad’s mission was just to locate and save more survivors here in the wasteland.
We were all trained to fight an alien invasion, but our available equipment was lacking.
So we went to Transhuman Labs who have been successful earlier with specialized vaccines, so technically we would not even need those cheap hazmat suits we had...
Yet, I still can’t believe that humanity went through this.
There never were any aliens. Only our own paranoia.
Now Earth is drowning in nuclear radiation but thankfully most of mankind made it to the safety of the underground bunkers.The U.S will show their evacuation plan of Earth one day, but it feels like that day is never coming anytime soon.
All i know is that they say they have the situation under control and that there is nothing to worry about, but i am not so sure anymore. How can anyone salvage this situation?
Mars is all that is left now. They have no idea what has happened here.
Right now they think Earth is suffering from a temporary communications failure, once they turn their telescopes towards us they will know something is wrong.
I must concentrate. What is the year? I need to stay calm. My squad is fine.
Suddenly the communicator crackles on the floor and i managed to hit it with my hand.
Or at least, i thought it was my hand.
I opened my mouth and hissed.
As i forced this hissing sound out of me i saw a long proboscis extending from where my mouth should be.
The picture started to become a bit clearer as i saw a yellow and black scaled arm laying on the communicator.
“Looks like the bugs have learned how to use our technology! Eyes open team, they know we are coming.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
“Bugs?” I thought to myself.
I suddenly remember that when the bombs fell it transformed people left and right to horrible monsters…
Someone or something had tampered with the weapons, as a final insult to mankind.
But no, people were not transformed into monsters. They became bugs. Mother freaking bugs. Bugs that survive radiation.
And in the anarchy afterwards they all lost their humanity and became the new dominant species of Earth as humanity hid underground.
Quickly i sat up on my knees and stared down at my two hands.
Once again the picture went brighter and brighter.
My hands had been completely transformed. My five fingers on either hand had grown together to a pair of three fingers. As i studied my body i saw most of my body had grown an insect like scale, yet quite flexible for its ruggedness.
My stomach was still soft and for some reason i had kept my mammalian attributes with my upper torso down to my pelvis area, but the skin had been changed to a leathery texture.
I also felt something behind me, and as i turned around i saw a giant insect abdomen complete with a spike that was already dripping with poison.
Transhuman Labs, were they responsible for this transforming sickness? When i and my squad left the safety of the bunker our instruments did not record any remains of bio weapons.
How could i have been so blind? It was them all along. It has to be!
Now i have no chance to warn the rest of humanity of the dangers that these scientists pose.
I stood up and grabbed the communicator. I need to reach them. I need… To talk.
I looked out the window and saw the shadowy figures down the road, probably the squad on the communicator.
They are coming for me. They are going to kill me. I need to tell them I am.... I were human.
I open up the last caller ID and started gently texting with my clawlike fingers.
“This is Alicia Fjord, i have changed into a monster like the ones out here but i am friendly. I REPEAT - FRIENDLY.”
I watched the window again and saw the figures stopped.
“Alicia Fjord? We originally came to collect your corpse. This was your last recorded location, if you are alive please respond.”
Naturally i tried to talk back but only a slight hiss.
“Did we lose her?” I could hear someone else saying in the background.
“Sir, we got multiple contacts. Sensors are picking up movement!”
“Alicia, we are pulling out. If you are there, respond!”
“Boss, we don’t have time for this. She is dead.”
“Sir, behind you!”
I could hear screams and gunfire.
Suddenly i felt something as i watched my old sniper rifle on the floor. Responsibility.
But these memories flashing before for me feels alien, yet familiar.
I could almost feel the ghostly presence of a hand on my shoulder with someone saying to me it was all going to be ok.
“No!” I though for myself.
“My mind is my own and my mission still stands! I will fight for humanity! I won’t stand idly by!”
Quickly i drop to the floor and pick up my sniper rifle which had a bullet chambered.
I fumble around with the sniper rifle and quickly realize i do not have time for this with my new hands and eyes. The soldiers need me down there right now!
I drop the rifle in order to get my handgun and combat knife.
I raised up and ran towards the balcony door and jumped out.
Mid-jump i started to wonder how i knew i could jump out from this height and make it to the ground alive.
As i propelled myself from the balcony as a spiraling bullet i could feel wings extending out of my back, stabilizing me in flight as i started to descent into the firefight.
I activated the laser sight on the pistol as i had problem focusing with my new facet eyes.
With shaky hands i managed to fire, I shot again. And I managed to pull off firing a third bullet.
My need hand was not comfortable holding this handgun.
Two bugs fell dead to the ground and as i landed. Quickly i leapt towards to the three ones around the troopers with my combat knife in hand.
The motions felt natural and fluent with this new body, i almost felt like an combat angel descending from the heavens.
The bugs did not notice me immediately, most likely they were thinking that i was on their side.
If i could smile i would right now. I would give them an evil grin as leapt through the air.
As one turned its head towards me and hissed i stabbed it in the head from above, sending green blood spraying on the pavement behind us.
When i landed i heard two more shots from the troopers.
I kneeled and stayed still when i heard the final casings fall to the ground.
All bugs were felled and now i felt a change. Now the troopers raised their guns towards me.
I could almost feel their heartbeats. They were scared.
“Is it her?” One of them said.
“Ident…” The leader began with shaky words leaving his mouth into his rebreather. “Identify yourself!”
I raised up and turned around, raising my hands as i dropped my pistol and knife to the ground.
Now i could see their uniforms. I would almost like to laugh, since I now know why those suits were so damn expensive. They are looking more like robots than actual humans.
Those are exosuits dammit!
They all lowered their weapons.
“It… She… Is wearing dogtags sir.” One of the troopers said as he pointed at me.
“My god, what happened to you?...” I could hear the leader gasping through his rebreather.
This was a cold night.