Part One:
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Part Two:

Part Three:
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Ah, you must be our new lab assistant. Welcome to the CDC. My name is Doctor Elliot Neumann. I'd shake your hand but... Well, anyway, grab a lab coat. We have work to do!
Since they allowed you through the airlock securing this place, that tells me you must be immune. I certainly hope so. You're now standing in the most deadly place on Earth since the Elephant's Foot. You must be one of the first to be infected and recover, no doubt? And you appear to display no mutations. Excellent.
No, I don't need to hear your qualifications. I have doctorates enough for the both of us. What I need are those opposable thumbs of yours, since I am in such short supply these days. You are to be my new hands, manipulating my scientific instruments as I command.
A few days ago, we were rushing to assay the viral strains being sent to us when our last lab assistant dropped the vials. He released two dozen strains all at once. That's him, the pulsating heap of flesh and fur in the corner... The poor wretch.
As for the rest of the science team... The irony. One could hardly ask for a greater concentration of leading virologists in one room. And all of them infected at once. All of them reduced to these degrading forms. At least their minds are... mostly intact. Your secondary duties will be tending to their needs, since none of us can leave these four walls.
Look upon me well, lab assistant. Am I not a twisted abomination of flesh? Does my form not disgust you? Know that, if we cannot develop a vaccine here, if this virus is allowed to mutate and propagate and insert itself into the human genome, this may well be the fate that awaits all of mankind. The end of Homo sapiens as we know it.
Do your job well and I may even share my Nobel prize with you. Now, your first task. Take that syringe from the desk. I want you to take a sample of my blood. I should warn you, for all my remaining genius, the animal instincts are becoming harder to control. There's a good chance I'll try to claw your eyes out as soon as the needle goes in, so be sure to get a very firm grip on the fur on the back of my neck.