Zach paused and nodded toward the sign on the chain link fence inside of the research facility. “Ya gotta wonder what made them put that up there. Somebody’s idea of a joke or what?”
DO NOT GIVE THE BISON PSYCHOACTIVE SUBSTANCES it read.
Gary answered with a non-committal grunt like he always did when Zach made stupid ass comments. But the moment his back was turned, Gary shuddered and leaned on his rake. It was no joke. He’d been there that night when they’d run the experiment.
He’d seen things. Horrible things. Things that haunted his nightmares.
Those were no ordinary bison. They were demonic beats. Like minotaurs, but larger. He’d seen the red glow of their eyes and the way they’d transformed into lustful half-men.
“Just don’t forget what it says.” His voice was hoarse and scratchy.
Zach turned back to him with a puzzled frown. “What was that?”
“The sign. Don’t every fucking forget it.” He carefully raked the old, soiled straw toward the wheelbarrow. “It’s no joke, man.”
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