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The sign said: "Warning, you are entering a hazardous area."

There were all sorts of stories of what was going on in the facility, in the secret laboratories behind close doors. As I was cleared to enter through the labyrinth of rooms and hallways, strange smells and the screams of animals filled the air. I should have followed my first instincts, but I shook them off as just a bad case of nerves.



All I knew was that the government had hired me for my computer skills. I should have known something was terribly wrong when they began to give me all those shots for smallpox, yellow fever, anthrax, the plague.

The other bag had a monkey paw in it. There were various types of monkey parts in the container. And there were hundreds of these containers in the room.