G217's Containment Pen

The flashing of red alarms, the sound of gunfire and the smell of blood put the large creature into a daze, having just been stirred from its rest. Power fluctuations in the building deactivated the enclosure's fence that housed the creature known as subject G-217; an experimental pet project by one of the foolish scientists trying to create a bio organic armored tank for combat use, but ultimately became a shelved pet project that the company wasn't too interested in.

The creature crawled on all fours to the gate where the men in white coats entered when he was unable to move or eat them. He nudged the gate, slowly, with his muzzle, realizing the shocking pain did not stun or hurt him. He stands, nearly fifteen feet tall, he grips the gate with his five fingered scimitar like claws and thrusts the door wide open! He lands on his front hands again, keeping low as he flicked his tongue from his jaws, tasting the air. Blood... lots of blood. The creature lumbers out of his containment, unimpeded, as he makes a mess of the lab which housed him. Computer desks, chairs, filing cabinets, and monitors trashes by his thrashing tail and lumbering steps as he crawled through the laboratory, before his eyes caught movement through the glass looking out into the hall!

SMAASH!

The glass shattered all around the hall as his hulking form descended upon the panicked confusion of a female researcher! Her screams were momentary, as his large jaws snap down on the woman's head with a sickening, wet, crunch. Crimson rushed from her headless, twitching body; slicking up the floor as he swallows her head, still blinking and frozen into a look of terror, whole. Tasty meat... the creature needed more! G217 half hunched over, grips the warm body up from the pooling red puddle, widening his maw and stuffed her corpse inside!

Munch... crunch... munch... glurk...

Her limp, slender legs prodded from the corners of his maw before he closed his large yellow eyes and swallowed. Her feet disappearing past the threshold of his scaly lips, a slight bulge in his neck descending to his stomach which hardly bulged with the woman's skinny frame... she was but a quick snack, he needed something with more meat on the bones...

Licking his maw of blood, the creature left large tracks of the hopeless scientist's blood down the hall, his body scratching up walls and bringing steel and drywall down as he lumbered off....

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