Curse of the Transformation

The city loomed ahead, silent and ominous, as if it were holding its breath. The Prometheus complex stood in the distance, its dark silhouette a sharp contrast against the sickly glow of the moon. The gates were massive, towering over them like the jaws of a beast waiting to devour them whole. Steel reinforced the walls, and barbed wire lined the edges, but there was no guard, no sign of life. It was as if the complex had been abandoned, yet it still stood strong—too strong.

Jacob's heart pounded as they approached the gates. His instincts screamed that this place was a trap, but his mind told him they had no choice. If Dr. Voss was still alive, if there was a chance to end the nightmare, this was where they would find the answers.

"Stay close," Jacob ordered, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "We move quickly, and we don't stop unless we have to."

Mara nodded, her face hardening. The others, too, seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. Every one of them knew that entering the Prometheus complex could be their last mistake. But they had no choice.

They reached the gates, which were eerily quiet despite the heavy presence they conveyed. Jacob looked around, searching for any sign of movement. Nothing. With a steady hand, he gripped the gate's rusted handle and pushed. To his surprise, it opened with little resistance.

"Why is it so easy?" Mara whispered, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Because it's meant to be," Jacob muttered, stepping forward. "Voss wants us here. We've walked right into his game."

The gates creaked shut behind them, and the survivors were enveloped in the dark labyrinth of the complex. The air was thick with tension, and the silence was overwhelming. Every step echoed as they moved forward, their breath coming in short, nervous bursts.

Inside, the complex was a sprawling maze of steel corridors and sterile white walls. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows that seemed to stretch unnaturally across the floor. The place had been built to withstand the ravages of time, but it felt dead, like a tomb.

Jacob led the group through the hallways, his eyes scanning every corner, every door. It was impossible to tell if anyone was still here, or if the place had been abandoned long ago. The further they went, the more claustrophobic the air became. It was as if the walls themselves were closing in, pushing them toward something—toward Voss.

"This place gives me the creeps," one of the survivors muttered under his breath.

Jacob didn't reply. He couldn't afford to show any weakness. His mind was focused solely on one thing: finding Voss, and finding a way to end the nightmare. But with each passing minute, his dread grew. The silence was unnatural. The place was too quiet. No signs of struggle, no evidence of the infected. It was almost as if the Prometheus complex had been abandoned in haste.

They reached what appeared to be the central control room—a large chamber with screens lining the walls and a massive console at the center. The room was dark, the only light coming from the dull glow of the monitors, each screen filled with incomprehensible data and images. Jacob moved closer to one of the screens, his eyes scanning the chaotic graphs and codes. There was something about the numbers that made his stomach churn. 

"This... this isn't just a research facility," he whispered. "It's a containment unit. They've been monitoring something... someone."

Mara stepped forward, her voice low. "Are we sure we want to know what's been contained here?"

Jacob didn't answer. He couldn't. The answer was already in front of them, and it was worse than he had imagined. On the main screen, a video feed flickered to life. The image was grainy, but the figures it showed were unmistakable. Rows upon rows of containment chambers, each one holding a mutated figure—a human, barely recognizable, transformed into something monstrous. These were the results of the Prometheus project, but they were no longer just subjects. They were the living embodiment of the infection.

"They're still here," Jacob said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Who?" Mara asked, confused.

"The subjects... the infected. Voss didn't just create them. He... he made them his army."

Before anyone could respond, the room's lights flickered and went out, plunging them into darkness. A deafening silence filled the space. For a moment, it felt as though the entire complex had held its breath, waiting for something to happen.

And then, the sound came.

It was low at first—like the groan of metal under pressure, but it quickly grew louder, becoming a guttural roar that echoed through the corridors. The sound of something... or someone, stirring in the dark.

"Get ready," Jacob snapped, his heart racing. He had no idea what was coming, but he knew they had to move quickly. 

A distant scream shattered the silence. It wasn't human. It wasn't anything they had heard before. The walls began to tremble, and a cold wind swept through the hall, carrying with it the scent of decay.

Without warning, the door to the control room slammed shut, locking them inside.

"God damn it!" Jacob shouted, slamming his fist against the door. "We're trapped!"

The others backed away from the door, panic setting in as the sounds grew louder, closer. Something was coming.

Jacob's eyes scanned the room for any way out. The monitors flashed again, the images of the containment chambers cycling through rapidly. He spotted something—movement in one of the chambers. A figure, one that was far too large, far too fast to be human. It slammed against the glass, its twisted form leaving cracks in the transparent barrier.

And then the figure stopped. Its eyes locked onto Jacob's.

It was Dr. Voss. 

But he was no longer human.

He was something else entirely.

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> **Dr. Voss was alive, but he was no longer the man he once was. The infection had changed him—twisted him into something far worse than any monster. The survivors now faced a choice: escape and continue searching for a cure, or confront the man who had brought the world to the brink of destruction. But Voss had one final surprise in store for them, and it was something none of them were prepared for.**