Stories n' Shitposts

👽-The Laboratory (Part 1 of the Wendigo series)

(Fictional Story.)

My Uncle Jonathan is a government agent who participated in an experiment. Well, he used to until a strange incident happened. Lately he was hanging out with friends until one day he was sent to the hospital. The doctors say it was likely an animal attack, but Uncle told me the true story.

Turns out, the experiment was about creating a type of 'Supersoldier', something that would excel in combat. Instead of creating an awesome killer machine like the terminator, they created something far, far worse...

That's where our story begins.

Jonathan was dared by his group of friends to go back into the abandoned lab with them. Now, if Jonathan thought wisely, you think he would not opt to since he knows what's inside there and has severe PTSD from it. However, his friends dared him or he'll be called a chicken. So Jonathan reluctantly agreed.

They entered the government lab. it wasn't the shiny, gleaming futuristic place like it was; vines were overgrown, the stench of blood was everywhere and if they weren't careful, they could step on a broken test tube or two. Some of the lights flickered on and off, some don't; heck, some seem to have been clawed to shreds. Occasionally they would see a blood trail, maybe a rotting finger of a toe; but never the full body. Jonathan wanted to leave, so he turned to his friend...

But one of them was missing.

This sent everyone in a panic. They were trapped in a maze, seemingly no way out. They decide to follow the blood trail, pure hoping that it would lead to somewhere outside.

They were very wrong.

What it lead to wasn't freedom, but to something reminiscent of a deer-human hybrid, feasting on a decaying, rotten body of a researcher. They had ran straight into a wendigo. Jonathan tried backing away silently, but his two idiot friends screamed, alerting the wendigo. Jonathan ran. He ran as fast as he could, hearing the painful screams of his friends as it presumably dug into their flesh, feasting on their insides. Jonathan had a PTSD sequence. That day when the wendigo broke out and ravaged the laboratory like an unstoppable force, fuelled with hunger. Jonathan kept running, tripping and scratching himself on vines, trees, but he didn't care. He wanted to get out of there, fast.

Finally, he came out, injured, and friends dead. He dragged his body to a nearby road, where he hitchhiked on a truck and went to the hospital.

After that incident, his friends were reported missing, the government lab was closed off and was destroyed, however, there were no signs of that Wendigo in the wreckage.

To this day, only me and Uncle Jonathan know what happened.