Necrocide

Chapter 67 (Ambrosia Project Log #6)

*Due to the short length of the chapter, creepy music has been added to aid with the atmosphere. Comment if it matched the moment or was too distracting*

This is Troy Schaefer, leader of the Ambrosia Project and a mass-murderer.

The Ambrosia Project had one goal: to prove a man could be superior over everyone else. We nearly mastered immortality. Imagine having the ability to endure a wave of gunfire as if it were nothing more than raindrops. That wasn't a fantasy anymore here at this facility. I've seen fractured bones heal in seconds. I've seen a man rip apart one of our own near-indestructible training bots with nothing more than his barehands.

Unfortunately, I'm not a forgiving man. That aforementioned man who ripped apart my bot has been getting on my nerves. It's been a while since I've met someone who can endure so much. This experiment has already killed dozens of test subjects, yet he moves on with mere scratches. Bennington claimed we should've hurt him a little more to break his pride.

Now that I went through with that bastard's suggestion, Ares and his daughter are dead in a room together. We did not kill them peacefully.

Inhuman screeches have begun emitting through the sub-levels like demons from the pits of Hell. I feel the mistakes I've made regarding this project are literally coming back to haunt me. Everyone in this facility is now in danger.

And I could care less about what happens to them.

I know I must find a way to redeem myself, but doing that will be so much easier with my colleagues out of the way. I don't need reminders of the worst mistake of my life. In fact, this isn't just my mistake. We all failed together as a team. At least I like to think so.

I've recently been working on a modified version of the Ambrosia that no one else knows about. If it works as planned, I can walk among the monsters outside unscathed while they prey on my colleagues. I'll be the sole survivor, and a helicopter will be here to pick me up soon. At the time of this recording, the Ambrosia Project has failed horrifically. As far as anyone knows, this was a preexisting parasite that we were trying to stop but failed to do. Any epidemic or pandemic resulting from this will only be known as an accident.

As far as anyone knows, I'll be the one attempting to fix everything.