Dead and Dirty in Dubai Part 1: The Prologue
(Author’s Note: I can’t claim full credit for this story. It’s based on a story several friends and I came up with.)
A few tourists stumbled out of a bar, laughing. In their drunken stupor, they bumped into someone else who was lurching in the opposite direction.
“Hey!” one called, “At least say you’re sorry, jerk!”
In response, the man turned around, jumped on her and began to bite into her skin. The tourists screamed, except one who pointed and laughed.
Three Days Earlier…
A nervous-looking man in a lab coat entered the room where a man known as the Colonel sat.
“I’ve got some news about the research,” the researcher said.
“What’s that?” growled the Colonel.
“Well, there’s good news and bad news. The good news is that it does what it was intended to do. Subjects become much stronger, faster and more agile. Unfortunately, it also seems to drive them insane.”
“Insane?” asked the Colonel.
“Yes sir. They all become extremely aggressive and attack anyone who comes near. The mouse we injected…”
“What about it?”
“Well, we went in yesterday to check on it, and we found the bars of its cage destroyed. We searched all over the lab for it and we eventually found it and killed it, but not before Jenkins was bit, sir.”
“And how is he?”
“He’s in bad shape. He’s in the infirmary now.”
“I see. Well, if that’s all, I’d like to be left alone.”
The scientist left the Colonel alone. He sat in silence for a few minutes, before his phone rang.
“Howdy.” It was Billy, an American investor from the deep south.
“Ah, hello sir, how are you?”
“I’m fine,” Billy said, “But how’s the research?”
“It’s some really amazing stuff, sir, we’ve made some major breakthroughs. We’re about to test it on humans for the first time, too. You should come see for yourself.”
“Well,” said Billy, unsure, “OK, but first I gotta finish saying the grace over my family’s meal, ya see. Always gotta give thanks to the Baby Jesus.”
“Of course, sir,” said the Colonel, used to Billy’s religious fervor. “So should I reserve you a ticket on the next flight over?”
“That sounds fine,” said Billy.
In the infirmary, a doctor walked in and turned on the light. He walked over to a man who lay in a cot, breathing uneasily.
“How you doing, Jenkins?” asked the doctor sadly. As he turned away, however, Jenkins got up. He grabbed the doctor from behind and bit into his neck.