Free Escape From Dinosauria (Dinopocalypse Book 1) by Vincenzo Bilof, Max Booth III Page A

trusted you. You said it was a good idea. You said we could change the world.”
    Kenshin shook his head. “I am ashamed of myself, but I did not make your decisions for you.”
    “What the hell is happening?” Doctor Israel shouted. “The genomes…all the nanomachines corrupted and everyone I…everyone…the injections…”
    “I’m going to live forever!” Izanami laughed. “And yes, I took more injections. More and more. I wanted it. I wanted it more than anything.”
    “I didn’t promise you that shit,” Doctor Israel said. “I have always said it would slow cell deterioration. Your body wouldn’t break down as you aged, and your skin wasn’t going to wrinkle…those were the things I promised.”
    Kenshin knew that Kresevich had stolen many of the enhancement injections. Tanaka used to talk with him over dinner about the probability that they could become immortal, that there might be another phase of Doctor Israel’s genetic discoveries they hadn’t uncovered yet. Kenshin had listened. Immortality was never their goal. But in his heart, he knew his old friend was getting the idea from somewhere else. He found it hard to believe, and even when he learned that Izanami was taking more and more of the injections, he puzzled over it: why would she suddenly become so greedy? Where would she get the idea that the injections could preserve her life into eternity?
    “I was going to just keel over and die, right?” Izanami said. “Anyone could be as beautiful as they wanted for as long as they wanted. Ugliness is the human race’s greatest curse.” She coughed and leaned forward, her breasts seemingly dragging her toward the floor. “We could be gods. Each and every one of us.”
    “You’re fucking nuts, lady,” Doctor Israel said. “That was never part of it. No. People who were injured in a battle or accident…people who…fuck…I never said anything like that. I never said we could…”
    Izanami laughed.
    And laughed.
    And laughed.
    Kenshin backed up, and Doctor Israel did the same.
    Tanaka’s wife attempted to step forward, but her body arched and vomit poured out of her mouth and splashed the tunnel floor. Convulsing violently, she attempted to sputter words that sounded nothing more than garbled noise. One of her arms twisted inward as if it had been burned and began to wither away. Her body jolted up as her knees twisted awkwardly; bones snapped, and her face pushed forward into the dark. With a grinding jaw, her lips carved a menacing sneer into her face.
    “What’s happening to me?” Izanami asked, her eyes bulging, head twitching. “Am I becoming pretty, like you promised? Will I be pretty forever?”
    “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Doctor Israel whispered.
    “ERRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGKKKKK!” Izanami growled, head thrown back, shoulders hunched.
    Kenshin never expected her to suddenly bound forward like a feral cat and pounce on his chest. He wrestled with her twisted arms, drool melting from her clenched jaw and falling in clumps onto Kenshin’s face.
    Doctor Israel charged into her with his shoulder and bumped her off. She lay on her back, her spine twisting and contorting her while she pawed uselessly at the air.
    “Let’s go,” Kenshin said.
    He hit the remote for the C4 and collapsed the tunnel. Izanami’s roars increased in volume and followed them into the tunnels, which grew darker with each step.
    “What’s the plan, Kenny? Do we have one?”
    “The entire resort will be locked down by now. Kresevich is going to isolate each point of attack.”
    “He doesn’t know about this place?”
    “No.”
    “You’re sure about that.”
    Kenshin stopped walking. “No.”
    “Izanami. Damn. I gave her a couple injections. Like everyone else. But the genetic codes are all linked together. If Kresevich hacked the nanomachines in the dino DNA, there will be a lot more…a lot more like her.”
    “That’s the point.”
    “Yeah? Well, fuck him. Let’s kick his ass. He’s