Okay, I know some of you have been waiting for an update but a lot has happened since I posted the first bit. I'm happy to tell you that I'm fine, I somehow lived, and am now at home... I just wish my wife wasn't making goddamn FUCKING SALMON CASSEROLE.

Okay before I tell you what happened, hear me out. I get it, tuna casserole is traditional, tastes great and when you add just the right amount of celery with a pinch of salt, it typically comes out great. Top of the fucking line gourmet Caucasian cuisine. Now what I don't get (and I got a LOT of people in my DMs vocalizing the same thing) is who the hell spends nearly $30 per pound on salmon and puts it in a fucking casserole? I'll tell you who. Dave's fucking wife. She then told MY wife "hey Maggie, want a great dish your husband will love?" and my wife was all like "oh hell yeah my dude." So now I have enough damn salmon casserole to last me a goddamn eternity.

You may be asking yourself how much salmon casserole is that? Well I'll tell you. ANY AMOUNT. Because I'm not eating that shit. Dave ate it and he was miserable. Give me macabre monsters that can throw filing cabinets any day of the week. But salmon casserole? No. Just no.

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Hooo. Sorry about that, just needed to get that off my chest. Anyway, you're here not to hear my rants about salmon casserole, but about how I escaped.

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After posting that first bit, I remained curled up under the desk, shaking nervously with every footfall that happened just beyond the thin wall of my cubicle. I kept the files open on the monitor, reading all the while; trying to decipher any potential flaw in their design. Since so many of you wanted to glean information about their origins I'll share it in a moment. Firstly, I want to approach the topic of my employer. I can't reveal that, no matter how much I may want to. They fabricated monstrosities that wiped out the entire genetics department, I couldn't hope to survive long with them on my heels. No, The only hope for amnesty is to keep their name out of it; just know that they operate under the guise of a pharmaceutical company with a distribution chain that spans the globe. Enough said on that, time for the juicy details you've been salivating over. Thankfully I was able to slip the files from the companies mass file share onto a small USB I had stored in my desk. I'll paraphrase a transcript the report to the executive committee below.

OCT 25, 2019

Location: Presidential Boardroom, 16th floor

Time: 09:00 - 0:930 EST

Genetics head [NAME REMOVED] gave a presentation on October 25, 2019 to the board of executives. The meeting held was to debrief the executive committee on the state of the project, the meeting key high level facets of the project, including; timing, limitations, concerns, funding, and lastly public safety in the event of a breach.

The head geneticist began the presentation by giving a brief, yet thorough introduction.

"As you are aware, we've been working on this project for quite some time. In layman terms, we have begun the process of implementing a genetic enhancement dedicated to provide the US military with the quintessential soldier. The project received twenty billion spread over four years in funding and unlimited access to military infantry for experiments with little to no repercussions for breaking the law. Tests began little more than three and a half years ago, leaving us little more than six months to bring about the desired product. I am pleased to say that we are on track with the development despite the given... limitations."

"Limitations?" the president had interjected.

"Yes sir. The compound used is an isomer of traditional somatotropin hormone, or human growth hormone, and as suggested, enhances the growth of humans. Typical uses of the regular hormone increase growth of human muscles and organs beyond their genetic potential. Our intent has been to alter the compound to a point where it increases all manners of growth. Simply put, we inject the hormone into the pituitary gland of our patients. There were certain limitations that were presented when we'd initially started; in this instance, it would appear that the longer the subject had been out of puberty, the more adverse effects were observed. They would grow disproportionately, to be exact we had instances where their skeletons would grow before the muscle, causing them to burst through their skin and shred all muscle and skin in the process. They typically died almost instantaneously as their bones thickened and squashed their skulls compacted their brain. Needless to say, it was rather gory.

"The solution to this problem was to ask for younger infantry members. Now, ideally we would have had children in the age of twelve to fifteen, but the youngest age they had to offer were those that were aged seventeen and had joined with parental consent. At first, we'd brought in a couple of the more muscular males, figuring their bodies would be more suited to the rapid growth. Once again, we were wrong. The hormone caused their muscles to tear at an alarming rate as the residual scar tissue caused by years of hypertrophy training grew brittle. This was atypical of our hypothesis for a couple reasons, see, we'd figured that they had the best shot of continued muscle growth as their body would be used to the rapid tearing and healing that goes hand in hand with weight training. However, their muscles tore easier than we'd expected due to the focus in training on low intensity bearing muscle fibers to focus on size gain.

"We scrapped that demographic and moved on to the next, still in the seventeen year age range, but we'd opted for the late bloomers. The children that hadn't yet reached the peak of puberty. Our efforts were proven to bear fruit though they did raise some concerns. Though we did ultimately have two subjects survive the initial procedure, they were hindered by the second, weaponizing part. The first subject lost all layers of his epidermis in the process to bond the steel alloy to his left arm, and an unexpected mutation of his right hand took place. He lost all vision as well, though his hearing was remarkably improved, additionally his quadriceps detached from each other. Though they remained functional to a degree, we fastened leather straps to them in order to secure them in place. One small issue is that any sound evokes a primal rage the likes of which we haven't seen, it was only by some miracle that we were able to sedate him."

The president spoke up, "What about the second one?"

"He fared much better save for one small exclusion. Though he suffered no loss of any sensory, he became highly volatile and destructive. His actions appear to be motivated solely by his senses. If he smells, sees, hears, or touches anything that he doesn't like, he becomes enraged. Thankfully we were able to sedate him. Though, like the other, it required a significant amount of the sedative, pumping continuously through his system via a large dialysis machine."

The meeting then concludes with them reviewing best courses of action to take regarding further action and other sub projects they'd been working on. Though that information is of little consequence to my experience.

Pretty crazy stuff, huh? Well, after I finished reading the documents I slowly clicked back onto the web page with my prior post on it, "Perhaps you could rig the fire alarm to go off again and use the noise to muffle your own?", u/Terminator116, you saved my life, Thank you. With that, I attempted to log onto the company's security mainframe. It was operated by one of my coworkers named Doug. He was on the twelfth floor, but I knew he'd patched it into the main intranet for ease of access on his part.

Now, you may be thinking to yourself, This dude's an accountant, how on earth would he be able to get into the security system of a multi-billion dollar company? It's a fair question, one with several convoluted answers and one easy one. I knew Doug's log-in information. See, he'd shared it with me one day because he had to leave early but wanted to make sure that he signed the digital time sheet at his usual time so he could still get paid for the full day. Yes that's fraud, yes I'm an accountant and we should be trying not to support fraud, but I was still relatively new within the company and didn't want to say no to a senior member of the company. Luckily I still knew his log-in information and could access the security system with relative ease.

User Name: Doug.Francis

Password: FuckSalmonCasserole190

Okay, that clearly wasn't his password, but you seriously think I'm going to share that on the internet? Of course not. Anyway, I was in. I hovered over the active status icon where it said "EMERGENCY IN PROGRESS" and clicked, "Sound Alarm." Simple enough, right?

No. Because why would anything be simple.

The siren erupted with a banshee-like wail from the several alarms mounted on the walls, causing a loud guttural roar to sound out across the entirety of the floor. Shivers ran down my spine as the monster ran, crashing through the wall towards the sources of the alarm. Chunks of cement and rebar flew around the room, shattering computers, cubicle walls, and windows as he ripped out the first of the alarms. I stifled a scream, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I slowly rose from underneath my desk, narrowly avoiding a large piece of concrete that was flung across the room. I flinched and turned to see the concrete smack into the far wall and get embedded in it. I gulped, knowing if one of those pieces hit me, I'd be dead. I began moving quicker, trying to get to the staircase on the other end of the floor, away from the staircase I'd originally came from. To get there, I had to cross the lunch room and weave through another maze of cubicles. It proved to be a wise decision, for as I neared the entrance of the lunch room, I heard another loud scream join in. I turned back, eyes wide and mouth agape. The second behemoth had joined the party.

It stood half a head taller than the first one, though unlike the first one, it had no bandages covering its face or body. It had no shirt on, just a large pair of what I could only assume to have once been baggy army fatigues. They now clung tightly to his leg muscles, threatening to tear with each and every flexion. His torso rippled with sinewy muscles that moved underneath the skin like thousands of thick worms all struggling to breath. His arms were thick and muscled, though he didn't have the same weapons as the other behemoth, his hands were large and his fingers were thick, each one looked like it could wrap around a basketball and crush it like a walnut.but that wasn't the worst part.

His head appeared to have grown slightly disproportionate to his body, with his thick vascular neck muscles expanding out farther than the sides of his dome-like head. His eyes were sunken in with a mixture of blood and viscera dripping down from them. His teeth were sharp and he smiled menacingly as he laid his hands on me. I turned and bolted into the lunch room, hoping to potentially hide somewhere within, accidentally kicking over a chair that loudly banged against the ground.

That's when I noticed the alarms had stopped. I looked back in horror just as the lunchroom wall exploded inwards, and the two monsters walked in, one listening to locate me, and the other staring daggers right through me. I won't lie. I pissed myself. I'd been holding it for hours, and as the much needed release occurred, I couldn't help but notice the smell. Not the smell of urine, but the smell of something else. Something awful, ungodly, and downright disgusting. From the look of it, I realized the second beast noticed it too. He looked around the room as I looked over to the table, well aware of what it was that was reeking so badly.

Dave's. Fucking. Salmon. Casserole.

Then I remembered something from the file. The second subject had heightened senses, and anything that he didn't like angered him. I knew then and there, that the salmon casserole would instill a fury he'd never felt before and send him into a blinding rage. But how could I utilize that?

I looked to the dish, then to the monsters, then to the dish, then to the blind one. I suddenly knew what I had to do. I bolted to the table, hoping they were too slow to catch up to me, and by some miracle I got there before they'd even moved. I gripped the edge of the container and lifted it up off the table and put those two and a half years of little league into the perfect pitch. The salmon casserole hit the blind monster and he staggered back as the smell entered his nose through the bandages. The second one got a better smell as well, he turned and swung an almighty punch into him, sending him hurtling back into the other room. I stood there, stunned as he walked back out through the hole to finish the job.

The first one stood and swung his metal spike towards the second who dodged at the last second and grabbed him by the face. Stepping forward and driving him back. The first reached up and dug his log talons into the back of the second, peeling away strips of flesh and opening up large slits across his back. The second screamed out and punched the first in the gut, causing him to buckle at the midsection and fold in half, then he gripped two of the large tubes connected to the first's back and ripped them out, causing black fluid to fly out of his back like a satanic fountain. Then he drew his fist back once more and pounded on the firsts back, sending him straight into the ground, cracking the concrete below on impact.

The first lay there for a moment, unable to move despite the threat to his life. It was clear that although he'd had weapons; the second was vastly superior in fighting technique. The second stomped several times on his back until a loud crack was heard across the floor of the office. The first didn't move.

The second turned to me, and gave me another menacing smile as he realized what his body was capable of. He began to move, but as he took his first step, a large steel object poked out of his chest. He looked down and frowned, then went limp as the object was retracted. He fell to the ground in a large, dead heap, and the first rolled over and let out one, final, scream.

The next few hours were a blur. I went back to the remains of my desk and grabbed my briefcase, then walked down the fifteen levels of stairs and out into the street where several men in black suits and official looking badges began to ask me a series of questions. I explained everything to them, leaving out the USB I had in my pocket and the post I'd made earlier. They thanked me and let me walk away, saying they'd be in touch. It didn't hit me until hours later, as I sat down at home, trying to explain to my wife that no, I hadn't been cheating and no, I wasn't hungry for goddamn salmon casserole that I realized I'd never given the men my number.

So here I am, in my room, trying to ignore the reeking smell emanating from the kitchen below as my wife prepares dinner. I think I might vomit.

Wait.

I just heard something from far in the distance. It sounded like something screaming in a fit of rage.

- u/cIpatusaur

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