The Facility.

The military facility was a disturbing place. I learned some very helpful information though.

I arrived at the building around 10am. I had some implements that I thought would be helpful in breaking into the building. Turns out I didn't need most of them. My first thought was to get on the roof somehow and go in through the ventilation system. I was able to get in the building next door and get to its roof. The alleyway between that building and the government facility was only six feet wide max. I could jump that. On my way up I noticed shuffling noises from many of the rooms. I didn't stop to check any of them out. I made it out on the roof and walked to the edge facing the government facility. From 5 stories up that six foot gap looked more like 60. I couldn't bring myself to jump. I worked my way back down. I had moved fairly rapidly down to the first floor but I tripped on a rug in the hall and was immediately rewarded with a moan from behind the nearest apartment door followed by pounding. The moan was quickly echoed by others in nearby rooms and a cacophony of door beating and zombie moans began. The sound filled the whole building in seconds. I made it to the side door of the building and I looked out the window to see a detachment of soldiers rushing out a side door of the government facility. I ducked back a bit and watched as they circled around to the front of the building I was in. As the last man exited the door slowly sung closed but did not latch! I bolted across the alley just as I heard the soldiers enter the apartment building.

I ducked in to the government facility. The lights were bright and the floors were surprisingly clean. The building looked to have been a court house. I started down the first hallway stopping to peer into the rooms that I passed. I saw one that had a big desk with an air duct directly over it. I slipped in and climbed on the desk. I pulled the vent cover off with the multi tool I had brought along. Reaching into the duct I began to pull myself up. It's not like they show in movies. The whole duct work was coated in dirt and grime. It was disgusting. I managed to get myself in but every slight move made the thin metal ducting pop and bulge. This was obviously not going to work. I climbed down and headed for the door. Just as I was about to go back into the hallway I heard steps in. I ducked down and listened.

"Gather up the men that are still in the building. Bring them down to the holding cells. The Lab Coats say they got something to show us."

"Yes sir."

The two men passed and I stood up and peered out. If this information was important to them it would be important to me too. I needed to get to the holding cells. I stepped out and began searching the nearby rooms for anything. I came across what looked to be a makeshift supply room. There were uniforms! The movie style duct crawl didn't work but perhaps this would. I slipped into one leaving the supplies that I had brought in the closet of the room. I looked down and realized my face and hands were a mess but the uniform was spotless. I quickly headed back to the room with the desk and duct. I crawled in and rolled around a bit. That made the uniform dirty enough to match the rest of me.

I stepped back out and began to roam the halls. It didn't take long to run into a group of soldiers.

"What the hell happened to you private?"

"The damn Lab Coats had me working on ducts sir." I replied in my best military voice.

"Well shit. You can shower up when we're done. Fall in. We're heading down to the cells for a tutorial," he scoffed.

I stepped in with the men and we headed to a stairwell. We went all the way down to the basement and entered the holding cells through a security gate. It was like some strange Devil's laboratory or something down there. They had zombies in all states of dismemberment from fingers gone to nothing left but a head. And they were all still trying to to bite. Zombies were hooked up to machines. They were being operated on. And at some of the stations it just looked like they were torturing them just for the hell of it. We were led into a sectioned off cell at the back of the room. There was a zombie chained to a wall in the cell behind what I am assuming was a one way mirror because it didn't seem to react to us. The zombie had a hastily stitched ragged wound on its neck. The Lab Coat began his spiel.

"Gentlemen we've made an important tactical discovery. Please watch this monitor. Johnson."

He motioned to another Lab Coat who turned out the lights. The monitor showed a green image of the zombie in the cell.

"Now as you see the Uncle-David does not react when the lights are switched off. Now see what happens when we send in a live one."

On the monitor we see a Lab Coat enter the room wearing what I assume are night vision goggles. As soon as he's in the zombie reacts. It's mouth opens and it begins reaching for the Lab Coat. As the Lab Coat moves around the room the zombie follows. Watching this I figure out what the neck wound on the zombie is: they cut out it's voice box.

"As you can see gentlemen the Uncle-Davids can still attack very effectively even in the dark. We believe that whatever is causing the transformation makes these creatures rely equally on all there senses. Unlike us they don't rely extensively on sight. This makes them especially dangerous at night. Because of this we are suggesting that all night operations be suspended. It's just too dangerous."

The lights came on and the captain or whatever he was took in this information and rolled it around in his head.

"We'll take that under advisement. Is that all you got."

"Yes sir. We thought it warranted immediate attention."

"Shit, we already knew they were dangerous in the dark. Let's go boys."

We all turned and headed out of the holding cell labs. When upstairs the captain told the men to get some grub and told me to hit the showers. I turned and started toward the supply room.

"Where the hell you going private? Showers not that way."

I froze in my tracks. I turned and with all the composure I could muster said, "Left my tools out. Need to clean up my work space, sir."

"Make it quick. We ain't holding up grub for one soldier."

Once out of sight I went to the supply room and gathered my gear. On my way out through the side door I could see flashes and hear gun fire in the rooms of the third floor of the building next door. I made my way back to Jan's as fast as I could. It was getting dark and after what I just saw I didn't want to be caught outside.