Chris closed the door to the pharmacy behind him. He was once again in the hallway with windows. He started to continue on. When he approached the windows, dogs burst through them. He sprinted away from the dogs, found a door at the end of the hallway, and swiftly went inside and shut the door.

   Chris saw a two pathways. One led to a huge window, while the other led to some doors. He went down the door path. To his right was a door, and he went inside.

   A compact rectangular room was what Chris saw. White carpeting was clutching the floor. A normal bed was lined up against the wall next to him. Two pull-open doors were in front of him, but both were locked from the inside. A desk was in front of one of the doors. A diary occupied the surface. Chris picked up the musty diary, and began to read it:

    May 9, 1998

   Played poker tonight with Scott and Alias from security, and Steve from Research. Steve was the big winner, but I think he was cheating. Scumbag.

   May 10, 1998

   One of the higher-ups assigned me to take care of a new creature. It looks like a skinned gorilla. Feeding instructions were to give it live creatures.

    Chris stopped reading." Creatures? A skinned gorilla?" he wondered. He continued to read:

   When I threw in a pig, the creature seemed to play with it...tearing off the pig's legs and pulling out the guts before it actually started eating

   May 11, 1998

   At around 5 A.M., Scott woke me up. Scared the s*** out of me, too. He was wearing a protective suit. He handed me another one and told me to put it on. Said there'd been an accident in the basement lab.

  Chris paused again."Basement lab? Could there be one under this house?" he pondered. He read on:

   I just knew something like this would happen. Those bastards in Research never sleep, even on holiday.

  May 12, 1998

  I've been wearing the d***ed space suit since yesterday. My skin's getting grimy and feels itchy all over. The god d*** dogs have been looking at me funny, so I decided not to feed them today. Screw 'em.

  May 13, 1998

  Went to the Infirmary because my back is all swollen and feels itchy. They put a big bandage on it and told me I didn't need to wear the suit anymore. All I wanna do is sleep.

   May 14, 1998

  Found another big blister on my foot this morning. I ended up dragging my foot all the way to the dog's pen. They were quiet all day, which is weird.

  Then I realized some of them had escaped. Maybe this is their way of getting back at me for not feeding them the last three days. If anybody finds out, I'll have my head handed to them.

   May 16, 1998

  Rumours going around that a researcher who tried to escape the estate last night was shot. My entire body feels hot and itchy and I'm sweating all the time now.

  I scratched the swelling on my arm and a piece of rotten flesh just dropped off. What the hell's happening to me?

  May 19, 1998

  Fever gone but itchy. Today hungry and eat doggie food.

  May 21, 1998

  Itchy itchy Scott came ugly face so killed him. Tasty.

   4 / / Itchy. Tasty.

   Chris laid down the dairy back on the desk."Wow,"he said to himself. He turned around and began to leave, but he saw the closet door shaking. Chris raised his gun. A man in old clothing managed to open the door. He raised his arms and tried to grab Chris. Chris did a quick sidestep and aimed for the man's cranium. Chris pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot straight through the person's head.

   Chris walked over the corpse and left the bedroom.

           Chapter           End

      Next time...Chapter 7: A Dangerous Snake Bite