With in instant loss of space and time, Tyson found himself in the blackness of his mind. A place with no light to see, no sound to here, no smell to smell, no taste to taste, and unlike last time nothing to feel. "And what now? How do I fight it? I can not be afraid. I can get rid of the fear but there's no way I can fight it from in here! How am I suppose to fight in this nothingness?" Tyson thought out. In this place there was no need to open his mouth, anything that was thought just went through the void of the space around him before returning.
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Tyson's body charged forward towards the zombie that had knocked him around just a few moments before. The creature punched forward like Body coming towards it was just as easy a target as it was while it was on the ground. This was a mistake as the punch was side stepped before the two knives were raised on both sides and thrust into the zombie's eye sockets. Jumping into the air and tucking it's legs in Tyson's body turned into a ball, heading over the zombie's head as it was pulled down with the knives. Not letting go of the knives the head snapped back when it was pulled forward with the body's momentum. The head wasn't pulled further as the knives were pulled free from the head as Tyson's legs extended down, meeting the group, prompting him to continue running forward.
The knives were flipped around in his hands as he ran between two zombies, swinging his arms forward before slamming his arms back driving the blades under the back of the skull, destroying the cerebellum and brain stem. The blades were pulled out and the knife in the hand was dropped about a meter in front of Tyson in the face of a mutated zombie running at him on all four limbs like a dog. Having raised his foot Tyson slammed the knife forward into the zombie's head as it made contact with the other end.
A smile seemed to wash over his face before getting charged in the side by a zombie with a arm twice as wide as it's body. This sent Tyson's body sliding sideways on the ground, dropping one knee to the ground as one of his feet hit a dead zombie limb. As Tyson finally stop small pieces of chipped off armor fell to the ground. A flash of light came off the ground and and Tyson's head shift to look at it. The short sword that was knocked out of his hand before, laid on the ground. Getting up off his knee Tyson started to run low to the ground, picking up the short sword as he ran, and changed his direction to the mutant that was again charging towards him.
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The force of the impact hit Tyson and a pain shot up his arm inside his mind. A white light filled the space around him and things became hazy. After a few second things started to become clear and Tyson found himself standing in front of a door. Tyson opened the door and walked into a room filled numerous lab stations. A feeling of familiarity washed over Tyson as a voice called out to him, "Dr. Tilio's in his office if you're looking for him." Tyson looked over to see a lab assistant look back down into a microscope.
Tyson walked across the room and came to a door with Dr. Daniel Tilio written on it in thick, black letters. It finally hit Tyson, he was at the original research center where he was given the formula and was examined afterward. I can't be back here. Not really anyways. I wonder what is this?
Tyson turned the door knob and entered into the beige coloured room behind it. Tyson looked around and saw a few pictures on the wall of famous genetic scientists and a few diplomas as well. The was a messy looking desk covered in lab charts, hand written notes, and a few glass slides and dishes. The Doctor spoke to Tyson from behind the file he was reading; as Tyson took a few more steps into the room. "Take a seat. We've finished our testing and I have somethings I'd like to talk to you about."
Tyson went to sit down and turned around in a shock as he heard his own voice reply, "I'd rather stand Sir." Tyson saw himself, but younger standing at attention in front of the desk. It was now apparently clear that Tyson was in a memory one of his own memories. A much younger version of himself stood looking at the Doctor. The file was lowered onto the desk and the Doctor's face became visible. A man with messy blonde hair, dull blue eyes, and a slender face was relieved. His eyes had deep bags below them, indicating that he hadn't had much sleep in the most recent days.
A stern, serious look overcame Dr. Tilio's face as he began to speak. "I'm going to be very blunt and just go straight into it since this information has drastically changed our work load. First off, you didn't actually die a few weeks ago. Your body started undergoing a massive genetic shift and the mutation accelerated on a currently unknown scale. Normally cells die due to a lack of oxygen but your cells just grew stronger despite the lack of oxygen. Most mutations have currently unknown effect and could very well still be slowly mutating even now. However mutations in various sections of your brain, lungs, vocal cords, and windpipe have noticeably occurred.
Based off of those we preformed the experiments such as lung capacity, brain scans while using the power both in and out of control, and cell regeneration tests as well. Cell regeneration seemed normal but your brain waves are very erratic while using the power and they sent the equipment into a state of disarray. This is almost definitely connected to your statements about your mental state when this happens as well.
The strangest results came from when we were testing your lung capacity. Since you were able to continuously produce sound waves well beyond your previous lung capacity would allow, we ran those tests. Your lung tissue itself has become stronger but your capacity hadn't improved nearly as well. When we gave you a MRI we found out why you were able to continually produce those sound waves. You actually developed what we are currently calling an air chamber in between your lungs and your throat, which connects to your nose. It appears that you are able to breath in through your nose while still exhaling from your mouth at the same time. This is done by the passageway from your nose opening and the air you take in bypasses your windpipe that the carbon dioxide from your lungs exits from. Basically it allows your body to get fresh oxygen while still having a steady supply of air to exhale in order for your sound waves to be generated on.
In the end we are still unsure of the effects of the code name "Vesper" formula we gave you. More mutations could still potentially occur so you'll be regularly tested from here on out. I'll be updating you with anymore information we come up with. You are dismissed." That's right, it was called "Vesper". Maybe that's what I should call that thing. It's probably the most fitting thing to call it. Name the beast after the virus as it's said.
