Rewritten

“Subjects names is Slercer, Alex, 29 year old Caucasian male, brown eyes and hair, 6 foot 2” and no previous medical conditions.” reported the orderly before he quickly hurried out.
“What’s this one in here for?” the pathologist asked lightly.
“Not sure, I think he was part of one of the experiments this messed up place runs.” replied his assistant.
“Yea, Gentech has its name on every possible bio incident there is. With all of the research in bio-warfare and the re-writing of genetic code they haven’t really retained a good name in the scientific field.”
“Pfft, that doesn’t matter, they’re government funded so no one can do anything about it.”
“Yea, I s’pose your right. Ready to make the first incision?”
“Yep, ready with the gauss”

Wh-Who are those voices, Whe-Where am I, god this table’s cold. Something happened to me, but what was it. I feel so…..different, like my body has changed.
“Ok making the first incis-“
“uhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“What the hell? Di-did he just moan?”
“uhhhhhnnnn, Wh-Why am I here, ar-are you trying to perform an autopsy on me? What’s happened to me, and how have I lived to survive it?”
 “Oh crap he’s still alive, what the hell did Gentech do to him, he had no life signs when we received him.”
“Quickly we need to call in the kill team he could be infected with any type of genetic virus on the planet, QUICK GET OUT!”

“Uhhhh, What’s a kill team, why?” Obviously something has happened to me, or maybe even been done to me. I need to get up off this table,-owwww, my head is spinning feels like I hit it on something, which is odd cause I’m short I don’t usually run into things. Gentech, that name seems familiar……That’s right that’s where I work or maybe worked, I worked on a virus called ‘almost immortal’, I can’t remember what it did or how it could’ve gotten me here. But right now I need to worry about this ‘Kill team’ that’s being sent in, I don’t have a clue how I can evade them, running is out of the question, I’m in too much pain. All I know is the only way I can find out why this happened is to get outside and find people to help me, maybe I could find a vent or something.