

Next to him, Rebecca drew a sharp breath as the Marcus-creature lost its human appearance entirely, its whole body made up of those fat worms now, stuck together by dripping webs of clear slime. His face elongated, stretching, the skin tearing to expose ribbed striations of purplish muscle tissue, throbbing, turning thick and wet with goo. His clothes melted away as the leeches continued to swarm, giving his body a strangely rubbery appearance, his arms and legs starting to look like great masses of fat worms twined together. Round shapes moved beneath his skin, tunneling, changing the shape and texture of his flesh. As soon as they hit the floor, the creatures rushed back to the young man, swarming up his body, at taching themselves, burrowing into him. The young man’s eyes were wide, his expression one of disbelief as he con tinued to choke out the slick fall of leeches. Of them sliding out in a rush of slime, hitting the floor like fat raindrops. They’ve begun to colonize, like ants or bees. With their own DNA in the recombinant virus, I thought I could predict how infection would change them, but I was wrong. January 13th My pets have been progressing. Sometimes, pawns must be sachficed for the greater good. Their lives pave a road to a higher awareness. The T-virus is magnifi cent they, these subjects should be honored to expenence such perfection. I knew the re search would have to come to this someday, I knew it and-and I didn’t know it would be this way.

They’re test subjects, that’s all, thafs all.

October 23rd I can’t think of them as human beings. I’ve named it after him, my own private joke. Spencer will be happy, damn him, though I’ll only let on that some progress has been made, not how much, not how. September 19th At last, at lastl I engineered a plasmid with leech DNA and then recombined it with Progenitor-and ifs stable! It was the breakthrough I’ve been counting on. I have to strengthen my own position, guard my queen, so to speak, or I could be steamrolled. That’s not what any of this is about, not anymore I don’t know that it ever was. Spencer thinks that this will all come down to money, but he’s wrong.
