|||Symptoms of the Lazarus Virus|||
These reports all come from gathered visual observations recorded on paper and tape recordings. Sources are all medical personnel and military doctors who had experienced first hand encounters with the Infected:
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Dr. Weller Einsland, Ph. D, Master Sergeant of United States Militia, New York Faction
February 27th, 2012:
"They seem to be just like rabid dogs really..." [A soft sigh followed by a brief pause]
"Oh God what have we done.....these things, I don't even know what to call them anymore. They are human but not really human anymore. Brain has ceased to function and any other form of reasoning are completely gone...." [A snarl cuts through and the sound of rattling coming from the background]
"Subject seems to be only drawn nothing but...flesh. They have a heightened sense of smell, that's for sure. Even if you gouge out their eyes they can still spot your stink from a mile away..." [Another rattle and a rather long pause on the voice before he continued] "Their muscle structure seems to be...growing but their epidermis continue to exhibit signs of decay. Subject number 3 had an obvious change in height after just a full week of infection....it's like the virus was a growth hormone, just like what we designed it to be. Further examination is needed in order to know more about these...things" [Another rattling noise before a voice shouts] "SHUT UP!!!" [A click was heard before the transmission ends]
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March 2, 2012:
[Loud animal-like growls and shrieks can be heard from the background, clattering of metal bars accompanying the noise.]
"God have mercy!! He..he's not human anymore! My GOD! He's huge!!! He's about to break out of the cage...and I god I don't know what to do anymore. I'm ******** trapped! I can't go outside! They are ******** THERE WAITING!!!" [More of the screams followed and this time the sound of bending metal can be heard]
"Whoever gets this tape...I beg you...just kill yourselves when you get bitten. You don't want to be-" [The sound of cement cracking interrupts] "GOD WHERE'S MY GUN!" [Clattering noises can be heard through the shrieks, as if someone was searching for something on a messy tabletop] "f**k YOU!!!" [A click ended the recording]
