Yesterday's Gone: Season Three (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER)

to join the others in front of Rose’s cell.
    Boricio couldn’t see much, since the people were in the way, but he saw the yellow suit bending down, likely injecting Rose with the serum.
    Boricio put his hands on the glass, trying to get a better look, hoping like hell the serum would work this time. Dr. Williams, Boricio noted, was not in the room. Perhaps he was on lockdown somewhere, awaiting the results of this experiment.
    Boricio swallowed, hoping against hope that they could undo the damage his actions had caused.
    Please be okay.
    He didn’t care if they could cure her paralysis or if she never ever remembered Boricio again, he just wanted her human again. He’d rather her be a stranger than have her live as the monstrosity she’d become.
    He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if this serum didn’t work.
    Yet, his mind went there, anyway, wondering if Will would be patient enough to continue experimenting with other serums? They’d have to, he figured. They were scientists, and they’d witnessed a mutation unlike anything ever seen before. Even if Rose was Hitler reincarnated, they’d keep working to cure her. That’s what scientists did. And besides, curing her was in line with the Remedy Project’s goals.
    No way in hell the vials could ever have a human application if they didn’t figure out what went wrong and how to fix it. With Rose, they had something years ahead of schedule — a human subject. Without Rose, they had nothing. The project would be set back years, if not permanently. Or — and at this thought, Boricio began to worry — they’d have to experiment on the only other known subject, Luca.
    No way in hell Will would allow that.
    So they had to cure Rose.
    He hoped.
    “It’s administered,” the man in the Hazmat said over the speaker.
    Keenan said something, but Boricio couldn’t hear it above the sudden static of the speakers in his cell.
    The man in the hazmat suit was breathing heavy and said, “She’s waking up.”
    Boricio moved to his left, trying to see beyond the men, but couldn’t see anything other than the top of the hazmat suit’s helmet as the man, who Boricio now recognized by his voice as Anderson, looked down at Rose.
    And then came the screaming — a scream so loud and shrill that it crackled the speakers and hurt Boricio’s ears. Boricio couldn’t tell if the scream was male, female, or even human.
    A loud thud crackled over the speakers as the man in the hazmat suit was thrown against the glass wall of Rose’s cell, and then he slumped to the ground. Something black moved like lightning in Rose’s cell, hopping on top of Anderson. The smash of glass and the sound of wet flesh ripping came through the speakers. The men jumped back, startled, and Boricio was given a clear view inside Rose’s cell.
    Whatever had been left of the woman he loved was gone — and replaced by a hulking black monster with a long head, large black eyes, and a wide mouth filled with rows of jagged teeth. Her body had become as unrecognizable as her face.
    Boricio cried out, “Rose!”
    The thing that had been Rose looked up at him and for a moment, he thought she recognized him across the room. Then she backed up and ran toward the glass wall of her cell. Hard. She bounced off the wall, leaving a slimy black and red residue — blood, perhaps.
    The men scrambled, Sullivan rushing toward the door panel.
    “No!” Will shouted, “It’s too late.”
    What’s too late? Saving the man in the hazmat suit?
    Boricio then noticed that the man’s mask was broken, his face a bloody pulp.
    Oh God.
    Boricio cried out, “Rose!”
    Keenan looked up at Boricio, glaring, accusation in his eyes saying, this is your fault.
    Rose slammed into the glass again. And again. Cracks began to spread from the points of impact.
    “It’s going to break through!” Keenan shouted. “Hit the gas.”
    Sullivan pressed buttons on the door panel which sent a sleeping gas into Rose’s cell.
    Rose crashed into the glass again, the gas having no effect on her yet. The glass cracked further, this time sending a chunk to the floor.
    Rose saw the hole and started bashing her giant mutant arms into it, sending more chunks of glass to the ground, creating a small hole large enough to stick a hand through. It wouldn’t be long before she broke out of the cell.
    “It’s not working!” Sullivan said.
    “Initiate Burn Protocol!” Will yelled.
    Sullivan looked at him, and then Keenan,