Season 5 Lab Rats Novels & Stories

Wait, how on earth would Dunstan know about the werewolves, considering that our identity is hidden in the modern world? My hand was shaking as I aimed the cursor at a video clip that accompanied the document. With trembling fingers, I clicked play, hoping to find some answers. As the video unfolded, I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sudden sob of shock and disbelief. The video revealed a secret underground laboratory where scientists were conducting experiments on werewolves, extracting their DNA for medical purposes. The footage showed the werewolves in cages, their eyes filled with fear and pain. Then I remembered what Olga had said back in the hospital. It was about the identity o

I've tried all sorts of creams and herbs, but it just isn't working. After mixing the whole thing, I watch the whole thing come to a perfect blend. I grab my two test rats from their cages. "I'm so sorry, guys, but I really need your help," I smile apologetically. Hesitated before placing the poisoned cheese in the cage. What if they actually die before I could give them the cure but I brush the though away and get it to them anyway I watch as they rushed to take bites of it. It took less than three seconds for them to collapse.

Curiosity getting the best of me, I creaked open the door without touching the doorknob. I stepped inside the grayish lab. The floor was grim and dirty, covered with dead insects, littering rats and cockroaches. Not to mention too many weird spots of white liquid that I was sure I could get AIDS from. The ceiling was worse. Covered in huge spiders and webs. I held back a shudder and the urge to gag at the smell of a dying corpse. I coughed loudly, waving my hand in front of me as every piece of furniture was covered with dust and whatnot other liquids. But that wasn’t the most shocking part.

I sighed as I picked a random show and laid down on my stomach, snatching a pillow and placing it below my elbows before resting my head. I grunted as I paused the show immediately, knowing it wouldn't catch even the slightest of my interest. I continued to scroll through the movie options, deciding to choose one that would at least keep me awake. Eventually, a show called "Too Hot To Handle" caught my eye. I pressed "ok" as I threw the remote to the side, watching the show halfheartedly. For its big size, this place was pretty damn boring. • • •

the 4 big rats are glaring at us and squeaking loudly! "what should we do!?"- Art "stay focus!"- Bobby those 4 rats are creating commotion and loud noise!! "We should get rid of them before they attract some zombies!"- Jimboy Art quickly move and attack the rats but the big rats are fast! in just a second it already passed Art! "Woaah!"- Art and one of the big rats slams its body to the right side of Art!

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

“Like it’s waiting for the right people to ask the right questions.” Harley curses under his breath. I understand his anger. I feel it too, sharp and useless and hot in my veins, but anger is a luxury we can’t afford. Strategy is survival. I pull up a cluster map, projected onto the wall. “These labs were all part of early genetic remediation programs. War-era. Designed to address inherited Alpha degradation.” Harley stiffens. “So Project Five wasn’t unique,” he says slowly. “No,” I answered. “It was… refined.”

said Emily who was standing at the door of her daughter's room. Felicia immediately left. Her stomach is easy to feel hungry lately. Perhaps because she was recovering from her illness and the food in the hospital was mostly not what she wanted. So she only ate a little there. She herself doubts if she still insists on doing research in this condition, she will just be troublesome later. "Yes, Mom." .......... After weighing the rats one by one and putting them in the cage, Jayden marked the cages. There are four cages containing five mice each. Previously the rats were marked with a stripe symbol on their tail. Namely one line for number one and then the number of lines depending on the num

SYDNEY As I entered the dimly lit laboratory, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. The sharp scent of chemicals invaded my nostrils, and the cold, sterile air sent a chill down my spine. Sebastian, with his unkempt hair and intense gaze, stood at the center of the room, surrounded by his team of researchers. They clustered around a glass enclosure, their eyes fixated on its contents. Anxious anticipation mingled with dread as I approached, my curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease.

As she spoke, she tenderly stroked Christopher's face. Christopher looked at me smugly, a shrewd glint flickering in his eyes from time to time. That familiar look instantly dragged me back into the past. Every time he wore that expression, it meant I was about to be whipped. At the thought of the pain from those days, I flinched. Christopher smiled with satisfaction. Meanwhile, the researcher of the basement laboratory, Gene Harding, chuckled at Eliza's words and cast a meaningful glance over Christopher. "I told you that as long as you handed Sutton Parker over to me for five years, Christopher would definitely recover. Here's the medicine—take it home with you. After seven days, Christoph