Name: James Hardy
Height: 5’8
Wight: 215
age: 23
blood type: o-
ethnicity: caucasian
assisted number: 1311
Medical condition: healthy, no pre consisting conditions, casual drinker, never smoked in his life.
Psych profile: no major psychological problems other than trauma from the horrors of the global outbreak of the furry virus. He had a healthy trust in government which could come in handy for our experiments but predicted this to waver quickly, as has other subjects like 1311 in the past.
Notes: subject 1311 was a part of a group of 30 survivors that held out in a small mountain town of [redacted] colorado near a small state college. The survivors could get a short-range radio working and send a general distress call on repeat, with the Keywords "non-infected, furry virus, animal-like, women and children, young" in the message. As they were nearly by Blacksite [redacted], extraction teams were sent to get the possible new test subjects after we sent a pre-recorded message to public rescue that there were "no survivors" to prevent any interference from any active law enforcement or army personnel still in the area. They were about to extract the new subjects with non-infection injuries.
During the interview with the subject, he revealed information about the other survivors that can prove vital in recruiting replacement support staff, extraction teams, and other essential personnel. He doesn't show any skill sets needed and has been added to the test pool, like the other unskilled individuals we have extracted. The subject is being prepped for cryofreeze til they can be used for experimentation.
End of report
Steven slowly regains consciousness, hearing the sounds of air rapidly escaping from the glass pod he found himself standing in. He stiffly walked out of the pod shaking, unsure if it was from the coldness of the body or the fact that Steven was stripped entirely of any form of clothing. Looks like all of his body hair has been shaved off, and he had the number 1311 tattooed on his chest. He wandered down the clinically white walls of the room that was his cell. He remembered being saved from the monsters and taken to some government military site. They asked some simple questions, were given a physical exam, and told to take some meds as the Furry virus may have gone airborne, but they had found a treatment. A short nap waiting for the next doctor to come in, and now he was in this strange place completely butt naked as arrows of light started to form on the floors and walls, guiding him out of the room with a message reading, “ this way to main experiment chambers.”
As soon as steven went out of the automated door, it sealed behind him, marking where it once was fading into the wall. Steven saw more people like him, numbers on their chest, entirely without clothing, and most of their hair shaved off. He began to look over the crowd of people and spotted a familiar face in the crowd.