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Diane takes her knife back, spitting on Doug's corpse first, and you just take an arm off of Doug to nibble on. He's oddly dry. His head is too messed up to expect a zombie to come from it.
TW knows the way back, and everything is dead when you finally see the lobby again. Walls covered in blood, the occasional zombie wandering about, limbs splattered, a ghost girl flickering at the end of the hallway...
Yeah, basic ruined hospital.
Acquiring meds wasn't hard, some painkillers are always welcome. You take a dose to deal with the momentary aching, and keep three others around for emergencies. You also took one dose of adrenaline, in case TW's heart decides to stop.

You head back inside the facility after you got enough stuff for your liking. The front door is mysteriously barred, and the presence of the ghost girl probably means there's some sort of survivor in the worst possible place.
He won't survive for long, probably.
You wander around the empty facility for a long amount of time. You finally find the security room after what must have been an hour of searching. You nab your armor, your over-sized revolver, your submachinegun and your boots. Your helmet is missing, though.
You are about to leave the security room as a large plate slides up out of the floor and blocks off your exit. A piece of wall turns around and shows another screen with the elderly administrator. She looks positively pissed now.

I do believe you have caused enough of a fracas, now. I regret doing this to your companion, but I want you alive.
She starts pressing a few buttons on a keyboard while Diane is attempting to carve through the metal plate.
Too late! Another piece of wall comes down, and some sort of lighting hits TW. She screams in agony as the electricity courses through her body.
You attempt to pull her off, but get zapped away by another device. TW is then forced to raise her hands and-
You have lost consciousness.

When you awake again, you see Diane and TW are still knocked out, but something odd is happening. TW's cat ears seem to be spreading some sort of fur throughout her body. Her face turns to that of a cat in nothing but a few seconds.
Soon, she starts shrinking. Gradually, at first, but quickly she has shrunk to the size of a large house-cat. The rest of her appearance, has followed suit. Her feet and hands turned into paws, and her legs twist themselves into hind-legs.
TW has turned into a fucking cat. Now you are scared. really, really scared. Looking over to Diane, it looks like she's undergoing the same process, having already gained a dog's tail.
You damn near piss yourself when you feel intensely itchy and see fur growing. When the transformation reahes your head, however, you mercifully pass out again.
You won't have to feel your entire skeleton being reshaped.

You wake up when a soft paw hits your face. Well, your nose, it feels like. If your nose was a 7 cm away from from your eyes.
You attempt to get back up, but discover that going to bipedalism to quadrupedalism is not easy. You figure out your sense of balance soon enough, fortunately, and see what you assume to be TW in front of you.
A large white house-cat with magenta-colored eyes. Diane is still asleep, but looks like a larger then average beagle. Floppy eyes, and reaches about 50 cm from the floor.
Taking a look at yourself, you discover you are a dog as well. Or... Wait.
You're a wolf, instead. With a large gaping wound at the chest area. It doesn't hurt, though, despite making it possible to see ribs.

The screen comes out of the wall again, and the admin laughs upon registering what she sees.
Excellent work, Theresa! I figured you'd find a way to keep them useful even when "neutralised". Very clever. Stay where you are, pets. I'm sending men to come over right now! She snickers to herself, and then the screen goes black.
So, now we need to deal with being a fucking animal. You growl in annoyance.
Look, we can fix this. TW suddenly meows out.
We can talk?
It's more of a mental link allowing us to hear what we need from each-other's sounds, but yes. We can commune.
Right, how are we going to fix this?
She used my magic to turn us into this, and is using some sort of generator of magical energy to keep us that way. If we can find and destroy the generator, we should slowly turn back, or I could accelerate the process.
s' my ball....
Diane turns in her sleep, laying on her back and looking notably silly. You wake her up with a loud bark and explain everything she asks.

She takes her knife in her mouth, and continues cutting open the steel plate. Your minigun simply cannot be carried in your current state.

So, what now?


This should prove interesting to write, at the very least I can amuse myself with the displeasure of the readers.

You want to protect the good elements of this company? Fine. Since you seem to know so much, give us names and locations of the evil ones in the company and most importantly the name and location of the one that created us.
Are you honestly convinced that my sources are interested in your perception of evil? If you mean the ones who intend to gain profit rather then give help, then I can't help you.
Who are you writing for?
Myself. My sources keep telling me things, and I can't afford to forget anything. I write things in blood if it is needed that others read it. But by now, I'm done.
Shoot me if you wish, or don't. I'll be fine either way.

You've just about had it. one more question and he's to run away to the end of the hall before his internal organs do.
Whom are you sources?
I wish I knew. But come on then! You've already taunted death, and I'm sick of the eternal dance with the man! shoot me.
You take aim, but decide against it for better judgement. You need more info on him.
DO IT. Or is this another "act of mercy" your kind use to make themselves feel "good"? GOOD AND BAD IS NOTHING MORE THEN SOME PUTRID IDEA CREATED WHEN THE FIRST CAVEMAN PREFERRED A WIFE TO A CORPSE AND WANTED AN EXCUSE FOR IT! NOW SHOOT ME DAMMIT. COME ON!
Fuck this guy.
Diane shoots him. The first shot hits his stomach. Doug falls to the floor.

I... they are not finished. I...
Doug sticks a finger in his wound and starts writing again. Diane comes closer, and fires a second time. It hits his arm. He continues writing.
Diane is now standing right in front of him. He finishes his writing.
My final message, to you, and to my source.
Diane unloads the rest of her magazine in his head. then takes a look at the final writings.
Thank you
How unneccecarily ambiguous. I don't think the source and writer are as great as they think they are.
Still, I don't like this at all. It's creepy.
The same way a creaking door is creepy. All in your head. Let's just get out o here and find TW.

That won't be needed.
The door opens, and there stands TW. She looks awful. Squinted eyes, pale and looking extremely annoyed.
Told you to leave the bottle alone.
Irrelevant, Anyways, what happened here? It's deserted or otherwise slaughered. Seriously, it's like they got run over by a combine harvester. At any rate, the zombies are eating the hospital patients upstairs. I got Snowflake with me here.
Master? You fine? Says a deep, gutteral voice.
Oh yeah, he started talking. I guess that's interesting to note.

You chow down upon the horse, and chew through the legs to acuire them. They make for some large clubs, admittibly. You make a makeshift strap to hold it with out of a leg-bone, some guts, and some bone fragments to hold it all together.
Then you take a look at the guns. From the looks of it, the horse had to plex it's pectoral muscles (the things at the belly, I don't know horse anatomy. If horses can't flex it's a genetically manipulatied Magic Something horse anyways.) To make the gun fire. You just need to press a button to make it fire. The ammo was being kept inside the saddle, but it's a long bandolier of bullets anyways, so it souldn't be a problem.
All in all, you can take this thing, oh yes.

You lift it up with some difficulty, but your somewhat recently enhanced frame allows you to carry it. Diane can't carry one, and you can't take two of them if you want to hit anything other then the floor and go at a speed above mentally retarded snail.
So you start your light jog after Doug. Turning a corner, you see that it won't be difficult to catch him, seeing how he isn't going very far without drawing something. He's carving words into the wall.
You follow the words and after a short amount of jogging, you see him busy on another wall.
GIVE ME BACK MY KNIFE, THIEF!
"Your" knife? You took this from my brother. He took it from here, as he couldn't stay around SCP-5408 until he was ready to kill it. I assume he is one of Zero's earliest victims, as this knife has seen some heavy use.
You can't see any "use" on that blade, it's enchanted!
You can't se anything, but I see a lot more then you. Now, I am out of wall, goodbye!
He rushes off with far more speed then some crazy writer should possess.

You catch up to him again in short order, but don't let Diane speak this time.
Look, I'd be interested to let you join me, we have plenty of blood around for writings and-
The people here give me whatever I need. Stop killing them and get out. These people are not the ones you think they are. They follow Sasha's ideals, rather then that of gathering as much money as possible. Sasha has grown more ruthless over the years, for sure, but she still stands by the fact that her company should be used to help. Now please, have your little "I killed innocents" breakdown and leave this facility.
Hello? Massmurdering zombie?
Doug sighs deeply, and rushes off again. A short chase (and a nibble of horse) later, he stands before a large metal door, and no way out.

Last chance, do you join me or not?
Then allow me to use two words in sequence that allows me to give answer and opinion at once.
Fuck you.

You give a roar and start your rage, while the horse starts spinning up his guns. You charge, leap and take enough bullets that you would have died of LEAD POISONING if that still bothered you. As it turns out, patient gowns aren't the best things for taking bullets.
It would have ripped through your body armor anyways, seeing how it's supposed to block small arms fire. This is sort of big.
You get to the thing, however, and start doing whatever you can while holding on to it's head. A punch here, an attempt at biting there.... It takes the thing about 5 seconds to get you off, which it does by rearing up, sending you flying head over teakettle into a nearby wall. You pick yourself up and rush aside before the wall of bullets hit you.
The horse does it's best to hit you, until it is suddenly hit from the side by Diane. Who is using an automatic weapon from one of the dead guards. They dig into it's flank, but it doesn't seem to care overmuch.

You decide that following Diane's example is more productive to not getting shot at that much, so you nab a pistol and start shooting. the horse-thing is now attempting to crush Diane under-hoof. Diane jumps under the horse just in time to avoid a headstomp, but she takes a nasty hit on her leg.
Looks like it's too bulky to actually hit anything efficiently when it's under it.
You leap at it again, this time from behind, and get in a solid bite on it's back before it throws you off again. It stomps the floor in rage, cracking the stones, and turns around with it's guns ready.
Your attempt at dodging fails, and take the full brunt of the attack. Even worse, the bite does not seem to affect the thing at all! It's in pain from it, but by now something should have happened.
Diane looses another volley, this time hitting it's head. While it bleeds, the bullets don't seem to have pierced the skull. The good news is, it has some trouble seeing now.
By now you're in trouble, rage can mask a lot of pain and you can take many bullets, but you're reaching a limit.You need to finish this fast.


Oh man, this is actually pretty bad. I'm considering what to do in case of Zero's death.

You wait for Diane to return to normal, but realise she is going to need clothes soon enough. You venture outside, and find a jumpsuit on some disfigured corpse. By the time you got it off Diane has turned back.
You present her clothes, a sincere thank you and a quick peck on the cheek. The last one causes her to freeze up in shock. She snaps out of it pretty quickly though and gives a smile in return.
Then begins the dramatic escape. As you run throughout the corridors you have no doubt that right now there would be music playing if this was a movie, but you have to make do by humming some generic rock song you remember from somewhere.
The hallways are a mess, corpses everywhere. More accurately, pieces of corpses everywhere.
When you get to an intersection you see some guy writing things on the walls using the blood of the dead people here. The drawings vary wildly, from advanced algebra to strange languages. You spy some english texts in there but you decide to focus on the guy writing those.

Watch out with that one, he knocked me flat.
...Noted. Hey there, who are you?
A writer. He quickly hisses out as he continues drawing.
I can see that, but who is the individual in front of me?
A writing one.
What about your name?
Nothing about it. Just a word.
This is pointless. I don't think- Yes, she's right. She doesn't think, and your efforts to distract me from my work is pointless. It's too important, I might forget things.
What are you writing
Words.
What is the content of those words?
With this? Blood-cells.
What is the meaning of the things you write.
I hear things, they teach me things. Can't forget anything, nononononono.
I don't think he'll answer anything usefu-I have already told you much, and not a single question I answered has been done incorrectly. You just can't ask questions then, isn't it?
Don't talk to us like tha-Talk to you like what? Vermin? Parasites? I know who you both are, they told me of you. Leave me be, let me write, and you can continue on your grand scheme of taking over the world.
Sod this, let's go.
I believe that will not be neccecary A female voice suddenly says through an intercom.

A large screen zips on above you. An older lady is sitting in a large chair, leaned forward in worry. She looks directly at Diane
You've been a large problem to this facility, young lady. All we wish to do is help you.
Bull. Fucking. Shit.
I assume you've got your opinion about our company mainly from the genetic research parts? Here we genuinely wish to aid people, like Sasha Kriloff intended when she created this.
She sees the writer through the camera, and gasps in surprise.
D-Doug? Honey, what are you doing out there?
She was going to kill me, and I couldn't stay for fear of being interrupted. Besides, they wanted it in blood for this next part. Otherwise it won't stick.
We're leaving this place, whether you want to or not.
I know a man who won't be convinced when I see one. She visibly slumps and gives a deep sigh.
Fine... Release SCP-5408

The large screen blacks out and opens up, revealing a large cage rattling cage suspended from a chain.
When it comes down, It's clear you are in trouble. It's a huge black horse with one chaingun hanging from each side. When the cage reaches the ground, it simply kicks it open, rears in rage and charges towards you!
Doug meanwhile, decided now is a good time to bugger off, and retreats back to one of the hallways, who are closed off the second he got out.
The room is large, circular and there are multiple weapons and bodies strewn about. Also of note is the large chair here.
What do you do now?


Did you remember that horse boss I talked about 180 pages ago?
I did.

That was angry put, yes.

You stop being Zero just in time to become this lady. Fortunately for you, you already know this lady, and she knows you! So Diane will just let you be her for a bit.
You know, as a friendly gesture.

Guessing from the light in my eyes, and the fact that I have a pounding headache probably means I am awake again. Blinking a multitude of times it comes clear where the light is coming from. A very strong lamp above a cold metal table.
I'm strapped to an operating table, and they are getting ready to cut me open from the looks of the doctors next to me. Already gathering up their surgery tools...
TIME FOR AN INTERNAL ARGUMENT
I have to get out
Kill them, then get out.
We should save Zero too!
Good point, let's do that too.
if it convinces you ladies to let me kill things, I'm all for it. NOW GIVE ME CONTROL
I can do this without you, pinka.
DON'T CALL ME THAT AND ALLOW ME TO KILL THEM
We're going to do the nasty anyways, so just give it to her. I don't want you to go kill-crazy.
Fine, go nuts or whatever.

A smirk comes across my face.Time to cut loose again, after all that time and, of course,  have some fun with this new ability.
A loud, loud shriek comes from my mouth, and it slowly turns into a animalistic bellow as my body grows, my bones stretch into defensive plates. My shirt wasn't capable of handling that, so it's gone. Modesty is sort of a second concern when you basically turn into a living weapon of mass destruction.
The arm grows a bit, and the hand fuses together into an axe handle made of bone.
Pinkamena is about to have some private time. Oh, yes, you are.
The straps of the table didn't stand up to that at all, and you jump off, using your engorged right arm as a sort of third leg as you charge forward, shaking the earth along the way.
You slice the first guy in two. Vertically. You can't help but laugh at that one. A deep hoarse chuckle, good enough to chill most to the bone.

You lose track of time and place as you chop through the facility, but eventually, all the doors are locked and nobody is around anymore. Smashing another alarm along the way, you stomp over to the large doors with numbers on them.
First one. One chop, two chop, third chop brings it down. You look inside, and hear terrified screaming from someone in a straitjacket. He rushes past you, faster then you could catch.
That one just got on the list.
Second door, three chops as well. Another loonie, scribbling things on the walls. He doesn't even notice you as you raise your sharpened hand...
He dodges under you legs, knocks you down with quick punches, and uses you own momentum to get you back out of the room.
Not for the list, too tough.
The third door, only two whacks, and you hit the jack-pot. Zero's here, grinning like an idiot.
Hello, I've been hearing the carnage outsi-oh my. You look different.
Having found the target of the two others, they get uppity. You start feeling light-headed as you slowly lose your control again.
You fall to your knees as Diane takes control.

You are now Zero again, after the nice lady was kind of enough to give you another venture in her mind, however vague her exploits may have been. Say thank you!
Or she'll murder me in her sleep.

Please save me.

Oh lord here comes the Wild Mass Guessing!