The gurneys squeaked as they rolled down the bleached corridor. "Can you believe it? She finally croaked." "I know. Weird, huh?" They arrived at a massive steel door, decorated only with a small pad with the imprint of a hand, tiny holes noticeable at the fingertips. The first guard pulled out a knife and pricked his fingers, immediately followed by the cacophonous banging rising from the other doors around them. "Jesus Christ!" The other exclaimed. "They need to change that lock, man. The blood drives them crazy." "Makes sure no one can just walk in mate. Look at this." He banged his free fist into the door, barely making a sound. "Three whole feet of solid steel. What good does it do if someone can just pick the lock and force it open with a crowbar?" "That would be one big-ass crowbar." "Ah, screw it. Let's just move the bodies." He placed his red hand into the imprint, which started sucking in the blood, and then scanned for fingerprints, cauterizing the wounds in the process. "Damn it! I fucking hate it when freaking locks do that." The massive door began to shift to the right, slowly speeding up until it opened completely into a room as white as the hallway, composed of titanium-reinforced concrete walls. There was no padding, forcing any occupants to sleep on the stony floor. As it might appear the current two were doing. And then you got close and saw the missing patches of skin of one, coupled with a totally severed head trailing larynx, mashed right arm, lesions, abnormally large canines (about a foot in length; one missing, two chipped), and an overgrown left arm. The lake of black blood extended over to another form, one of a female. She was definitely skinny, malnourished, and had one massive hole in her stomach from which the missing tusk of the other protruded. Black hair flowed down to the base of her neck, and her once-blazing crimson eyes were glazed, staring forever more at the ceiling. "Grab that one's legs." The two lifted the beast onto one of the carts, and then reached for the girl. "Oh, shit! What did this chick eat?" "Everyone." After a few minutes of readjusting their grips, they managed to heft her onto the gurney, which almost buckled under the weight. "Right. Let's get the hell out of here." The two guards wheeled the bodies out of the room, signaling for the door to close behind them, and the roars and banging ceased. "What's with that?" "Don't matter, does it?" "Guess not." The latter pointed towards the door adjacent to the one they just closed. "And in there?" "The other one. He ain't dead yet. Probably going to try to clone him, make the work somewhat worthwh-" His sentence was cut off as a shard of bone shot through his skull. The other tried to pull a gun only to have a thick tendril of muscle wrapped around his throat and pulled up. His hands stopped moving, and his body stopped squirming. The female tackled the body with a great hiss, closing her mouth around the stump that once supported a head. And Eve rose, blood dripping from her mouth, color returning to her skin and eyes. "Note to self: In the future, do not force back your natural regeneration. It hurts like hell." She flung the body of the guard who she'd killed with the tooth she'd managed to break off of her opponent, carrying him over to the door next to her old room. "So, I prick your fingers..." She pulled the tooth out of his face and poked his fingers with it. "Put your hand here..." She placed his bleeding hand in the imprint, which drained the blood, scanned the prints, and cauterized the wound. "And done. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" The door opened completely as Eve leaned on the wall. "Security will be here soon. They've got cameras all over the place." To emphasize, she flung her tooth/knife at the camera in the far corner of the room, severing it from the wall. "You coming?" Standard BioSec paramilitary trooper.