My name is Allison Amanda Anderson, but most people now a days just call me Andie...short for obviously Project Anderson.
I was a Government experiment that went horribly wrong...well at least to me it did.
They were supposed to find a cure for what they themselves started, but it didn't work; and now I'm the only one still alive who can fix it.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me go back to before this all started.
Before I was known as Andie, I was just simply Ally and working at a local hospital as a medical consultant; I was also a nursing student that would help out on cases, because they were horribly under-staffed.
This is where our story begins.....
Colver Memorial Hospital located just North of the interstate, and it just so happened to be the only hospital in the shady town of Colver, Illinois; and sadly where I used to live. They were always swamped with patients, because we had to deal with everything from a simple cut, to cancer patients in need of chemo...I fucking hated it.
It was another normal day on the job, well until patient zero came in. Her name was Ashley and she was 6 years old with two massive bite wounds to her right arm and leg.
Her father claimed that a dog came up and attacked her, but judging by the way he wrung his hands and darted his eyes, I knew he was lying.
Those weren't dog bites.
"Dog bites...hmm, what kind of dog was it Jimmy?" I asked from behind the father and the girl's doctor.
"I don't know Ally, I was too worried about my daughter." James answered still visibly nervous.
"Well, you could have at least gotten a good look at the dog, so we could find it and get rid of it."
I knew he was hiding something, all I needed to do was get him to break.
"Are you calling me a liar!" He yelled in the middle of the quiet hallway.
"Sir, please calm down." Dr. Jones said trying to calm the now irate father.
"Yes I'm calling you a liar, your daughter looks like she just came off a Romero movie set; so why don't you just tell us what really happened to her?"
"I already told you a...a...a German Shepard came up and attacked her." The father said nervously.
"I thought you didn't know what kind of dog it was?" I asked with a small smirk...got him.
"I...I just remembered." He stammered through his nerves.
"Don't you have a German Shepard James?"
"I don't need to take this from a drug peddler like you, Allison!" He insulted before he walked away angrily.
"I'm a device peddler, if you're going to insult my job the least you could do is get your facts right!" I yelled after him.
"And I'd expect you to be worried about your niece, but I see, like always, your job and Dorian are more important than your own brother!"
"I do care! That's why I fucking asked in the first fucking place, but you are too bullheaded to give me a straight fucking answer!"
I was pissed, how dare he say that I didn't care about my niece...she's the only reason that I am doing any of this in the fucking first place.
Before he could respond I walked away and out of the hospital, my shift was over anyway. I then took the liberty and lit up a much deserved smoke and headed to my car.
"What the fuck have you done Jimmy?" I asked myself as I took a long drag of my cigarette.
I looked around the dirt covered parking lot and shook my head.
"I hate this fucking town." I said with a small smile when I noticed Dorian, my fiancé, riding up on his old Harley.
"Hey baby." Dorian greeted as he dismounted his bike.
"Hey yourself." I greeted back before hugging him. "Ugh, you smell like an oil rig."
I shoved him away and held my nose, I didn't know if it was from the bike or his leather jacket; but it reeked.
"What have you been up to?" He asked as he opened my shirt, exposing my cleavage.
"I just had a fight with James."
"Again?" He asked before kissing my chest.
"Yes." I answered pushing his head away.
"Well he's an asshole anyway." My wonderful man said with a small smile.
"Yeah, but he's all I have left since our parents aren't around anymore." I said choosing to ignore his smile. "So back to the smell."
"Oh, I was fixing the Harley." He answered pointing towards his bike.
"I can see that, but I thought we were going to sell it."
"I know, but its my pride and joy; I can't just get rid of it like its nothing." He argued back.
"It's a fucking bike, not a child Dorian, we can hardly afford to pay our rent this month, and I'm already working over time so we can make it; the least you could fucking do is sell it...or get a real job." I said as I got in my car and slammed the door.
"I have a real job!" He yelled as I drove off with my window down.
I stopped my car and backed up, not giving a shit if I hit that pile of scrap metal that he tried to call a Harley.
"I mean a job that gives you money...not whatever the hell you do 'handyman'." I said before speeding off again.
My complicated relationship was going to have to wait; right now I was going to figure out what really happened to Ashley. And that meant that I had to go to James's house to investigate. He was hiding something, and I was going to find out what it was.
Little did I know what I was going to find...
I drove outside of the Colver city limits and into the deep country...James loved the isolation...until I reached The Anderson Family Ranch; where my brother lived with his family.
His wife Olivia, was working for the US Army as an experienced Army Surgeon, I think; I don't remember much about her job. She had been gone for three years at that point...she was deployed when Ash was three years old.
James was so clueless about how he was going to take care his own daughter, so I would come over and help out when I could, without Dorian of course.
Livie was a beautiful Greek goddess...according to James...with her natural black hair, and grey/blue eyes, that matched perfectly with her lightly tanned skin.
She was everything my brother could have imagined for his perfect match. The day they met, was the day that my brother stopped sleeping with everything with legs, and committed to one woman.
And I thanked her everyday for that...
What they had is what I thought I had with Dorian, but as the years go by, I'm starting to realize that he's just another bum.
I parked my crappy ass Toyota in their driveway, and looked around to see if I could see any sign of Wolfie...James's German Shepard. But I couldn't see him, so I got out of my car, and headed over to the backyard fence.
I wasn't going to go into my brother's house until I found the dog.
I walked over to the gate, but before I opened it...I saw him...my little Wolfie...gutted like some sort of Mackerel.
I couldn't handle it, I ran around the front of the house, and puked up whatever was in my stomach.
"What the fuck...what the fuck!?" I asked myself as I looked back to the back fence.
"What are you doing here, Ally?" James asked as he walked over to me.
"I wanted to find Wolfie, to see if he was the one that attacked Ash, and...he's...he's...what the fuck is going on James?" I asked holding my still queasy stomach.
"I know...I'm sorry Ally...I can't tell you, because I don't know either." He said before placing his hand on my back. "Livie was sick...she came back like that."
"What are you talking about? When did she come back?" I asked as I tried to regain my strength.
"Three nights ago...she said something about her getting some shots, and then they sent her home...and then she went to sleep, Ally she died last night...but when I woke up she was standing in the middle of the bedroom." My brother explained further through his choked voice. "Ashley ran up to her, and she...she...oh god, what have they done to my wife?"
"What happened Jimmy? What happened to Ash and Wolfie?" I asked as the tears welled up in my eyes.
"She ate him..." James answered with a shaky breath. "She ate him, Ally...after she attacked our daughter...I had...no...no choice."
"What did you do James?"
"I mercied her...she wouldn't want to live that way...I killed my wife, Ally." He answered as he looked through the window next to us.
"Where is she?" I asked weakly.
"In there...I didn't have time to bury her." He said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"So you're telling me that your wife died, then came back, and gutted Wolfie, and attacked Ashley...do I have that right?"
"Yes.."
"Then you killed her...and her body is still in your house?"
"Yes and yes, what is your point?" He asked a little frustrated at my questioning.
"How do you know that she is really dead?" I asked as I wiped the tears from my face.
"I shot her in the fucking head, Ally...she went down and stopped moving, then I ran out with my daughter!" James exclaimed as he pointed towards the window. "But if you want to go in there and check, be my fucking guest...but take this with you."
I looked down at what he was trying to hand me...a gun...a nine millimeter handgun.
"What am I going to do with that?" I asked as I looked at the gun.
"I already lost my wife, and my daughter is dying...I can't lose you too." He said before placing the gun in my hands. "Ally...you're my baby sister...you're all that I have left in this world."
"Jam, I'm not going anywhere." I said, but I wish I didn't.
"I need you to promise me something....Allison, promise me that if I turn into whatever Livie did...mercy me...kill me..."
"Jimmy...I...I...can't promise you that."
James grabbed my arms like I was his child and he was about to scold me, for something that I did bad.
"I need you to promise me...Allybug...I don't want to live like that, and I don't want hurt you." He said as he shook me.
"Alright...I...I...promise..." I agreed tearfully; he was hurting me, but I knew it was just because he was as scared as I was.
James finally let go of me and backed off.
"I'm sorry Allybug..." James said with a tearful sigh.
I looked at my brother and then back down at the gun in my hand.
"This is really fucked up James..." I said with a small uncomfortable laugh.
"I know, but until we figure out what's going on; I think it would be best if you go home and take the gun with you...better yet get out of town." He said before he ran into his house.
The crisp March air was penetrated by a putrid stench.
It was a smell that I have come to know all to well...rotting corpse.
I place the gun in the waist band of my scrubs, after making sure that the safety was on first, and then I headed back to my crappy Toyota; keeping my eyes from looking at the fence.
What the hell was going on here?