Chapter 3

    Zidane's mind started racing! He did not know what to do. He thought of going to the security gaurd, but he did not want to get in trouble for letting such a disease get out.
    He decided that people's lives were much more important than any consequence he could face. He headed down a narrow hallway toward the security post. It was a small room with a stock of ammunition and two guns. One was a .9mm hangun, black. The other was a pump style shotgun, gray. The security gaurd was....a woman. She had dark hair, the color of a crisp night sky. She had a quick temper and knew how to handle her guns.
    Zidane arrived in front of the security post. The door was a shiny(and probably bulletproof) and had a name tag sprawled on it in sharpie. It read," Sonia's office".
    Zidane knocked twice and a raspy voice answered.
    "What do you want?"
    "I have to report an incident of the highest magnitude...live's are at stake!" There was a shuffle of a lock and the door opened.
    "What is it?"
    " The disease I was working on was released through the escape of one of my lab rats."
    "I'll call the head of the laboratory and warn him."
    "Zidane waited for the punishment, but none came.
    "Am I in trouble?" Zidane asked timidly.
    "Thats not up to me, it's up to the government. What is the disease anyway?
    "It's a disease that destroys a persons nervous system, kills them instantly through trauma of the brain, and causes them to act without control, but my sample keeps turning the rats into mindless meat-eaters."
   "That sounds horrible, why would the government want that?
    "I haven't a clue" Zidane replied, "But we have to stop it from getting out!"
    "Then go...I'll warn the head of the laboratory!"
    Zidane left and let out a sigh of relief. He walked towards his lab, but stopped when he saw someone trying to kill a cockroach in the kitchen. He went over to them. Step....
step...
step...
    "STOP" he shouted, but he was to late. The man's  knife came down in a clean ark...directly into the head of Zidane's lab rat.

Biohazard

Chapter 2

    Zidane quickly put on his bleach white lab coat and ran back to his lab space. He quickly glanced at the table and found that the disease was still there.
    "Wasn't the beaker filled up more?" he said aloud," Naw, I must be just imagining things." 
    He saw the mixer still on the table and decided that as long as he was here, he would continue his work. He felt silly for being so over dramatic about earlier.
    "The government must have a good reason for wanting this disease, I mean come on, It's not like their gonna wreak havoc on the world or anything, but what if....... no, I can't keep scaring myself. I must continue my work!" He spoke aloud.
    He was used to talking to himself. Sure he knew the other scientists, but it's not like they hung out together or anything. They just tried not to piss each other off because the knew that they would still have to be around each other. Zidane constantly thought about things. Not important things, just eveyday things.
   "I wonder if my mom and dad got that house they wanted in Florida." He thought about one day. "I sure do hope my parents have been happy and not to upset about my "mysterious" disappearance. God, why does the government have to be so secretive. I miss my family so much, but if I try to resign they won't let me, and if I try to leave they will kill me then and there, I'm trapped here."
    Zidane was a good, smart person who had a pretty average life. Except for the fact that he was constantly in advanced classes in school and that he was so interested in science that he devoted his life to it. He never had a crush or a girlfriend, hell he never even had sex. It was not because he was ugly, in fact he was very handsome. He had dark brown hair that was kept in a buzz cut and a nice, clean shaven face. He had brown eyes and was about average height. His body had and athletic build and  lots of girls he knew had crushes on him.
    Zidane took a sample of the disease and worked on remixing it too get a more immediate effect. Then an idea hit him. 
    "What if the government did use it to wreak havoc, what if they made the world a horrible place. I'll work on a cure for this disease!"
   Zidane took another sample of the disease and placed it in a beaker.
    "I'll have to get a sample of that lab rats blood, so that I can work on the cure."
    He walked over to the cage, that now had a bad stench emanating from it, and took a needle and opened the cage door to get the rat. The rat was the corner again. It had a menacing look on it's face. As Zidane opened the cage door the rat lunged at him. Zidane jerked back in surprise and the rats landed on the floor. He tried to stomp on it, but the rat was to quick.
    "If that rat gets loose, the disease could spread and I don't have the cure ready yet!"
   He ran  after the rat, who at this point was almost out the door. 
    "No!" he screamed.
    THe rat had gotten loose. Zidane ran out the door and scanned the floored, but the rat was nowhere to be found.
    He fell to his knees and screamed, "Nooooooo!"

CHAPTER 1
     Zidane looked down at the lab table and studied the lab rats that were inside. There were four of them. One was a sort of brown color, while the others were white. Zidane took out a small syringe and placed it inside the chemical he was studying. He contracted the chemical within the needle and took it out of the chemical beaker. He carefully and patiently waited for the brown mouse to drink, before he dug the needle inside of it. The rat gave a shrill squeak and went into the corner of the small, plain steel cage.
    "Huh" Zidane muttered, " The chemical has no immediate effects, that's odd, I'll have to remix it."
    Zidane walked across his plain, baby blue office. It took him three strides to get to the lab equipment cabinet. He opened the first aluminum cabinet door and took out the chemical mixer and placed it on the lab table next to him. He then walked over to the chemical freezer, typed in his 5 digit code and waited for the door to open. The door gently opened with a hiss, as cool fog flowed freely from it. He reached inside and took out the neon yellow liquid. He then walked the liquid over next to the chemical mixer. He crossed the room to get his clipboard and notebook, when he heard a sharp cracking sound. He looked around to try to find the source of the noise. He searched across the floor and over the stainless steel counter tops. Then his gaze fell upon the plain steel cage that held the rats. He saw some thrashing inside the cage and went over to inspect. When he got to the cage, he almost vomited.
    The brown rat had gone berserk. His brown hair stood on end, and his teeth were bloody. Then, Zidane saw what the cracking sound was and saw one of the white rats bitten in half, the intestines and spinal cord were visible.
    "Oh my god, is this the fruits of my labor, I've created a monster, why would the government want a disease like this?"
    Feelings of grief flowed through his stomach. He left the lab in a mad rush, but not before he heard another crack.
 As he walked to his dorm, he passed other fellow biologists, but none paid him any attention. Since the government hired him secretly, he had to live in this secluded place on an isolated island in the Antartic circle. He had to cut off all ties to the outside world.
    When he got to his room, he threw himself onto his bed. He let his thoughts consume him as he stared at his plain room. In his room he had a computer, a desk, a bed, a sketch pad with four HB drawing pencils. and a family photo album. He draped the covers over himself and was about to drift to sleep, when a thought came racing through his head,
    " I forgot to put away the disease!"