Gangrene has a minion!

Mange the Shmole

gan·grene -- n.
localized death and decomposition of body tissue, resulting from either obstructed circulation or bacterial infection.

Log: September 7th, 2009.
Member: Alpha- Jents

We don't know where he came from, nor where he was headed.
Apparently the upper units had been experimenting again. He just showed up, a tattered, bloodied cloak wrapped around his sickly body.
The alarms had been blaring for five full minutes and we knew he was the reason for it.
We charged him, weapons drawn and he threw off the cloak.
The skin along the body looked as though it had been going through decomposition. His eyes were gone, all that was left were two blackened pits. The mouth was mangled and stitched, pieces of the cheeks dangled.
We recoiled, stopped dead in our tracks. The stench was overwhelming. We feared it was the virus again, but this... beast showed no signs of attacking us.
It collected its cloak again, and wrapped itself before beginning its shuffling towards the door. One of our men, Johnson, grabbed the cloak and yanked hard. The creature let out a muffled roar of anger, and grabbed Johnson's arm, leaving a large black and green stain.
Johnson released, looking at his arm in disgust. The creature slunk away lithely.
We watched in terror as Johnson's arm gave way to infection, rapidly spreading up over the elbow, to the shoulder, up to his neck. Johnson's screams accompanying the travel.
The infected, dying cells spread down the other arm, down his torso, but it never made it any farther. The necrosis branched to his skull, and slowed slightly, inching its way over his mandible.
We watched, in frozen horror and disgust, as Johnson's eyes went hazy, and his screaming ceased.

We were told Johnson died from a severe case of gangrene.

We still don't know where that thing came from, or where it's headed.
We were given strict instructions to never speak of the incident again. I was to file a report, and leave it at that. However, none of us can stop thinking about it.
Sometimes its stench lingers in the halls, and it brings back old memories, and new nightmares.




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