When Jason had returned to the Orion Facility after speaking to Michael about his new job as an electrician and their safe housing survivor pn, he had encountered a slight hiccup. One he didn't foresee due to his ignorance. The Infestation, which had spread through to the majority of the Facility, had also reached the prisons.

  The problem came in the form of several dozen healthy humans suddenly becoming infected, which then attacked anything and everything nearby. By the time they were put down by Trixie and the prison guards, over 100 people and animals had died. It turned out that when a healthy individual touched the Infestation, they would automatically turn and become infected.

  "Fucking horseshit!" Jason was enraged at what happened, smming his fist into a wall and shattering it to pieces. Trixie who was behind him, had her head down with a depressed look to her face.

  "I-I'm shoorry." Although she could speak, it wasn't fluent at all. Still, it was at least understandable. Hearing her, Jason patted her on the head gently.

  "Oh it's not your fault, it's mine for not predicting this would happen. The bme lies with me." Touched, Trixie nodded happily and hugged his thigh.

  As for Jason, he looked at the spreading Infestation and knew he had to control it. At least stop it's growth toward the prisons for now. And that's exactly what he did. It wasn't difficult for him to choose one Tumor as a sort of wall which would stop any Infestation from going past it. However, the rest of the Tumors would continue spreading out of the Facility and beyond.

  "A little slow though…" Jason remarked as he watched the bck and spiky Infestation spread. It was extremely useful for a multitude of reasons, one of which was spreading his virus, so he would need to find a way to speed it up.

  But first and foremost, Jason needed to find his own b. Unfortunately, none of the already built ones would fit his massive size and he refused to shrink himself as he hated it. So instead, he chose a single b and enrged it forcibly like he did with Queenie's cave system. Once done, and after making sure the Infestation stayed out, he grabbed some tools and equipment from other bs.

  "Not too shabby, if I don't say so myself!" He patted himself on the back multiple times as he looked around. The new b was 60ft tall and almost 200ft in both length and width. It was more than enough for anything he desired and he could enrge it at any time.

  "But what should I work on first?" Jason didn't know where to start and thus decided to improvise with anything that came to mind.

  With that, he ordered the infected guards standing outside to bring in the first batch of test subjects. To start with, he gathered a solid twenty of them and had the infected strap them down on the tables. He could have used his own infected, but it didn't really matter in the end. He figured he might as well use up his human stock before moving on to his own minions.

  "Don't do this please! I have a daughter! She's only six years old! She needs me!" A somewhat rugged man yelled as he struggled against the restraints.

  "Evil son of a bitch! Touch me and I'll fucking kill you!"

  "Burn in hell you monster!" The others screamed loudly, some threatening him while a few pleaded for their lives. Jason found it both amusing and annoying at the same time. Especially the so-called father who had no daughter.

  Ignoring them, he instead walked around and eyed them curiously. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted, but an idea was starting to come together within his mind. Deciding to wing it, he soon stood in front of them and spread his arms. They turned into bck tendrils and split to each person, tching onto them. The humans were terrified and tried to escape, but the straps kept them pinned down as the tendrils dug into their body.

  Jason began combining them haphazardly and pushing them towards one another, making the straps snap apart. The humans screamed bloody murder as their bodies began to meld and fuse with one another. There was a little resistance, but Jason simply forced them together as they started to transform into something new. At the same time, the humans stopped screaming as he basically wiped their minds. He was going to let a new, singur consciousness control the body instead of twenty different ones warring together.

  After a few minutes of this process, Jason took back his tendrils and looked upon his… masterpiece. It was a monstrous beast with four arms and six legs. Instead of hands, it sported these strange and thick bde-like weapons. If anything, they seemed better for smashing something than cutting. There was a single head attached to it's body, but Jason knew there were others hiding within. In this case, if the main head and brain was destroyed it would continue to live.

  The height of this new monster was 30ft tall and it's width was huge. It reminded Jason of a biological tank in a way, especially when considering how strong it's defense was. The odd skin was dark and bck, almost rocky in a way. One little problem was how the body seemed almost stitched together, making it look like Frankenstein.

  "Well, it was my first time so it makes sense. I'll get better after a few times. But… what should I call it?" He walked around the bulky monster, trying to come up with a cool name when it suddenly hit him. It made sense, considering how this new infected was made.

  "I'll call you, the Abomination! Now, it's time to test you out." Jason joyfully left the b and mentally told the Abomination to follow him. But soon, he found a problem. The hallways weren't rge enough for it, meaning Jason needed to enrge them.

  "Oh for fucks sakes." He shook his head and sighed at the work on his shoulders. However, he then realized something and smacked his forehead.

  "Why should I do such peasant bor? I'll get my Behemoths to do the heavy lifting! It's their honor to serve me when you really think about it." While mentally commanding some smaller Behemoths to begin shaping the hallways, Jason led the Abomination to the arena he fought Scarface at. At the same time, he also told the Abomination's opponent to arrive as well.

  As for the arena, he wanted it to be used for his infected to fight and consume one another. Not only would they grow stronger, it provided entertainment. It was a win-win scenario. Soon enough, the two had eventually arrived at the Infested arena. Unlike before, there was no sand and the Infestation had started to change the ndscape. Jason reasoned it was because this pce was the birth of the Infestation and would soon start effecting outside the arena as well.

  Tendrils were hanging from the ceiling and walls. Down on the ground where these strange pitch bck 'trees' and a few holes in the ground. Getting closer, he peeked inside of one and was shocked to see a 'living' being inside. It was yet another type of tendril, bck in color and had a sharpened tip at the end. Across it's body were sharp looking spikes as it id curled in the hole. Connecting with the Infestation, Jason learned what this was.

  It was a by-product designed to protect the Tumors against harm. If any creature approached them, they would immediately attack by trying to impale them. Besdies him of course. While it was a cool feature, Jason did want to use this pce for fighting so he rewired them to only attack something healthy. This would only apply to these Root Tendrils in the arena and not to the ones outside.

  "Okay, now that that's done, it's time for you to fight big boy. Don't let papa down." Jason smacked the Abomination on the stomach and looked towards the entrance where a Night Hunter was arriving. He didn't expect his new monster to win, only to see their full capabilities. As such, he called over a decently powerful Night Hunter which didn't go with Asura.

  Jason jumped up onto the stands and sat down, silently noting he had to make his own seat here. Suddenly, he cpped his hands loudly which spread a mini shockwave out.

  "Fight! To the death!" A loud growl came from the Abomination who waddled forwards at the Night Hunter similiar to that of a penguin. It was quite slow by infected standards but was an alright speed to a human.

  With a grin, the Night Hunter rushed forwards like a bat out of hell. When in range, he saw the Abomination raise all four arms and smash them down at him. The Hunter easily dodged but was almost swept away by the wind that came after. Newfound cautiousness within him, he quickly reached the Abomination's side who was still recovering and sshed out with both cws.

  Although it managed to do some damage, it was very minimal. In an instant, he suddenly jumped back and caused the horizontal sweep by the Abomination to miss. Over the next few minutes, the two battled it out. The Night Hunter employed a hit and run technique to slowly whittle down the high defenses of his opponent.

  Jason watched on with relish, wishing he had some popcorn as of now. He was impressed with his Abomination, but knew it needed some work. The tankiness and strength were something he liked, but it was simply too slow to hit the Night Hunter, who soon ripped it's main head off. However, he was shocked to see the Abomination still fighting and suffered a hit which broke his armor and nearly ended him.

  Unfortunately though, the Abomination was not powerful enough to kill the Night Hunter and was eventually defeated. Instead of being disappointed, Jason thought it was a rousing success. He didn't think the Abomination would win and never bet on it. But he was impressed with how long it took the Night Hunter to kill his opponent.

  "It'll work well as a tank, something to soak up a lot of damage in future battles. Though, it needs improvement…" However, Jason would work on that as a side project and begin focusing on his Chosen.

  Leaving the Night Hunter to consume his foe, Jason soon arrived back in his bs. Just as he sent the infected guards to get a couple more prisoners, Asura arrived with the Lone Wolf in tow. They both kneeled down on one knee, their heads low.

  "Master, we have returned and brought back the first batch. Would you like to see them?" At the good news, Jason smiled and waved his hand.

  "Lead the way." The duo led their Master to a separate part of the prison, away from the healthy humans and animals. Here, the security was much higher and featured mainly Night Hunters. They were the only ones, besides the Speedster Cats, who could keep up with the Bolter's speed.

  Thinking about the Cats, Jason shook his head regretfully. He liked them and wished he could have more, but they were one of the rarest to find. He only had a few despite the size of his Horde. Soon enough, they arrived in front of the first batch, currently behind bars. There were only six of them in total, each one looking terrified as they stayed away from both the bars and other Bolters.

  "Not bad. I'll need more than these though, so get back-" He suddenly paused and focused on a Bolter. This one looked slightly different than the others, but wasn't unique. However, Jason thought differently.

  "No fucking way. Usain Bolter?" The one in question stared at Jason with fear, not recognizing him due to his wild transformation and time apart.

  "Usain Bolter? Do you know this one Master?" Asura asked curiously. He noticed as Jason nodded his head fondly.

  "From a bygone age, years ago when I was a sniveling little whelp. Fate works in mysterious ways huh?" With a chuckle, Jason easily dominated them and opened the cell door. Although he still felt their cowardice, it was much improved. But they'd be useless in combat like this.

  "I want you guys to turn into scouts for the moment. Position yourselves around the Facility, mostly on top of rooftops. If you see anything suspicious or something which warrants my attention, inform me." They all nodded and hurriedly left to complete their task. Jason eyed Usain Bolter for a few seconds longer, before turning to Asura.

  "Go back out there and get another two batches, then leave it to Lone Wolf. After you're done with that, I want you to go out into the city and beyond to consume as much as possible. If you are not at the level of an Alpha in two weeks-" Jason leaned down, his presence causing Asura to shiver slightly. His eyes gleamed dangerously, but were also emotionless.

  "-you will not like the consequences. I have no need for something useless..." Leaving that threat, Jason left for his b. By now, the prisoners should have arrived for their special treatment.

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  Within the sandy pins of New 'Merica, a massive military base could be seen in the desert. It had clearly seen better days though. The barbed-wire fences which were created to keep people out were torn down. Blood and body parts were thrown here and there, painting the ground red. Fires from destroyed vehicles and destroyed buildings caused the smoke above the base to grow in size every minute.

  Loud gunshots and explosion could still be heard above ground as small skirmishes took pce. But the real battle was underground, were hundreds of Cyborg Infected were sughtering their way in deeper and deeper. They were an unstoppable mixture of biological and mechanical engineering, their power far greater their common brethren. Not only that, but they were backed up by special infected as well.

  Their hands were repced with cannons which would periodically shoot out blue energy and psma beams. It would pierce through any armor the humans had, killing most instantly. When in close range, their arm cannons would suddenly transform into their bded form for melee combat.

  In a defensive position, the human force were losing more and more soldiers when one yelled out.

  "Retreat! All units retreat back to the Hub!" While covering their backs, they all turned and ran away. When the st one had passed, a massive door closed and blocked the infected's path. Just as some Cyborgs were about to begin cutting it, a voice spoke up.

  "Wait." They immediately stopped and awaited further orders as Hiroshi walked to the middle of the damaged room.

  His form had changed greatly since his time in Washington. After consuming the lower half of Cain, Hiroshi had gone through a transformation. His height had increased decently, becoming over 9ft tall. The muscles across his body were far more developed than previously, finally granting him the strength he desired long ago.

  Not only that, but he had several cybernetic augmentations done on him through surgery. The first and most important, was his newly named Generator Core. It was nearly the same as all the other Special Cyborg Infected's Core, the only difference being some cosmetic changes for appearance. Once it was impnted in him though, the power boost was addictive. It made him feel nigh-omnipotent, as if none could stop him as the newfound energy fused into his cells.

  However, it faded quickly and he was brought back down to Theia. Not only did the Generator Core increase his biological abilities thanks to the virus's assistance, but his newly impnted cybernetic ones became better as well. Like his right eye, which allowed him to seamlessly connect to any of his robotic minions in a fsh. It was basically a mechanical telepathy and mind control.

  The final addition was his right arm, which was fully repced with a new metal one. It worked very simir to the Cyborg Infected, having two transformations for both ranged and melee. It also had a number of other uses as well, like easily hacking into a computer or network. But he was sure he'd have to get rid of it soon enough, or at least repce it when his biological abilities grow stronger. For the moment however, he threw those thoughts aside and gnced around the room.

  The walls and flooring had burns from the energy rounds, along with the occasional blood pool and sliced body part. Corpses of both human and infected were id on the ground, painting a gloomy and depressing picture. There was no emotion on Hiroshi's face as he looked upon this scene. Being concerned about such a minor thing was beneath him.

  Taking out a small mechanical object from his pocket, he threw it up in the air. Suddenly, it seemed to come alive as it transformed into a flying eyeball, a silent thruster underneath it's body which kept it airborne. It wriggled in mid-air upon waking up and looked around curiously before focusing on Hiroshi. It beeped cutely a few times, awaiting his orders.

  After throwing out the Scouting Eyeball, Hiroshi's right eye gleamed with a blue light and allowed him to see through the eye of his Scout.

  "Go." A single word was all that was needed as he set a way point for the Scout. Following his directions, the flying mechanical robot eyeball flew up to the ceiling and threw a vent. Luckily, it was just small enough to fit inside.

  "Now, let's see what you're up to..." Hiroshi smiled lightly as the Scout made it's way through the vents.