# "The Deer I Buried Keeps Coming Back. Dirtier Each Time." Creepypasta

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 10 Jun 2025, 50 min.

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## Transcript

[0:02] Speaker 1: I shot the buck just after dusk, beneath the stand
[0:04] Speaker 1: of ash trees mottled with rot. The sound of the
[0:08] Speaker 1: rifle cracked through the quiet in that empty stretch of forest,
[0:12] Speaker 1: and for a second everything stilled. Then the insects resumed.
[0:20] Speaker 1: It was in sport, It never was. The thing limped
[0:24] Speaker 1: when it moved back, Legs swollen at the knee, left antless,
[0:28] Speaker 1: split and jagged at the base, eyes already clouding. From
[0:33] Speaker 1: fifty feet away, I could smell the sickness. I've worked
[0:39] Speaker 1: enough control jobs to know the signs of chronic wasting
[0:42] Speaker 1: disease see w D for short. Before the field tests
[0:46] Speaker 1: confirmed it. Wasting is slow. It hollows them out from
[0:51] Speaker 1: the inside, leaves them standing in creeks with their mouths open,
[0:55] Speaker 1: drinking nothing. The state's mandate was clear. Any deer with
[1:01] Speaker 1: visible symptoms was to be put down and reported. I
[1:06] Speaker 1: approached with gloves on tug the usual post mortem photos
[1:10] Speaker 1: and recorded the GPS coordinates, marked the tag number AH
[1:14] Speaker 1: DASH seven seven sixty nine, clipped beneath the skin fold
[1:18] Speaker 1: near the right shoulder, standing insert deep enough that scavengers
[1:23] Speaker 1: wouldn't reach it easily. The retrieval team was scheduled to
[1:27] Speaker 1: arrive by morning to haul the body in for testing
[1:30] Speaker 1: and disposal. I stayed long enough to watch the flies settle.
[1:36] Speaker 1: Then I hiked back through the thinning trees and drove
[1:39] Speaker 1: to the ranger's lot, where I kept my temporary log book.
[1:43] Speaker 1: Entry made time, recorded, another task finished. The next morning,
[1:52] Speaker 1: I got a call. Nothing there, the guy said, through
[1:57] Speaker 1: the crackling line. Some bone scatattered, no hide, no carcass.
[2:04] Speaker 1: I told him. I bagged it clean, tagged it myself,
[2:07] Speaker 1: gave the coordinates again. Most have been coyotes or a bear.
[2:12] Speaker 1: You know how quick they are this time of year.
[2:16] Speaker 1: I also knew what was normal and what wasn't. Predators
[2:20] Speaker 1: don't clean up after themselves. There was no fur left,
[2:24] Speaker 1: no drag marks, no prints in the soil around the site.
[2:29] Speaker 1: They logged it as unrecovered. Told me not to worry.
[2:33] Speaker 1: These things happen. Still, I wrote a secondary entry in
[2:37] Speaker 1: my personal field notes, separate from the agency forms mail
[2:42] Speaker 1: estimate five years left ant LA fracture swollen rear joined
[2:47] Speaker 1: tracking tag ardas seven seven sixty nine confirmed, no retrieval,
[2:53] Speaker 1: carcass missing. It wasn't the first time something went off
[2:58] Speaker 1: script out here, but this one wouldn't leave me. Something
[3:03] Speaker 1: about the way it looked just before I pulled the trigger.
[3:07] Speaker 1: Not startled, not wide eyed, just still. Later that evening,
[3:14] Speaker 1: while transferring photos for filing, I noticed the last one
[3:18] Speaker 1: in the series, a frame taken just before I shouldered
[3:22] Speaker 1: the rifle. The bugs standing there, angled toward me, head tilted.
[3:29] Speaker 1: It almost looked like it was waiting. I wasn't even
[3:36] Speaker 1: thinking about it when it showed up again. It was
[3:40] Speaker 1: nearly midnight when I sat down with a trail camp footage.
[3:44] Speaker 1: We rotate through drives every few days, set up motion
[3:47] Speaker 1: triggered camps across the perimeter to catch anything sick or
[3:51] Speaker 1: staggering through the zone after hours. The forrest goes dead
[3:55] Speaker 1: quiet at night, but that's when the worst ones move.
[3:59] Speaker 1: The late stay each wonderers the ones the diseases already
[4:03] Speaker 1: hollowed out. That was my part of the job. Tracked
[4:07] Speaker 1: sig deer and called the population to reduce the spread.
[4:12] Speaker 1: We had an on site lap working on possible treatments
[4:14] Speaker 1: at the same time. I clicked through without much focus,
[4:19] Speaker 1: just background noise. While I compiled sample logs. One camera
[4:24] Speaker 1: had flagged motion across the ravine three nights prior. The
[4:28] Speaker 1: footage was grainy, black and white, timestamped just after one
[4:32] Speaker 1: a m. A deer across from right to left, angling
[4:37] Speaker 1: downhill through a dried creek bed limber but slow. I
[4:42] Speaker 1: paused on the third frame. Something about the shape caught me.
[4:48] Speaker 1: I zoomed in, rear legs slightly raised, the joint bulged
[4:53] Speaker 1: front left antler crooked backward at the base, not broken off,
[4:58] Speaker 1: but walked like the cor had splint. I already knew
[5:03] Speaker 1: what I was looking at before the shape got closer
[5:06] Speaker 1: to the camera. There was a faint glint behind the shoulder.
[5:10] Speaker 1: One of our tracking tags, iridescent under infrared, positioned exactly
[5:16] Speaker 1: where I had inserted our dash seven seven sixty nine.
[5:21] Speaker 1: It was the same buck the one I shot, no mistake,
[5:26] Speaker 1: same wound, same tag, same stance. I leaned forward, rewound
[5:33] Speaker 1: and let it play again. But this time I noticed
[5:37] Speaker 1: something else. The gate was wrung. The rear leg didn't
[5:42] Speaker 1: drag in the twitchy spasmodic way late stage CWD sofferers
[5:46] Speaker 1: usually moved. It swung smooth, unbroken, too clean. There was
[5:53] Speaker 1: no tension in the neck either. The head stayed level
[5:57] Speaker 1: even as it walked uneven terrain, as if something else
[6:01] Speaker 1: was moving the limbs, but not from within. No bobbing,
[6:06] Speaker 1: no tension through the spine. It was as if the
[6:09] Speaker 1: body was being pulled forward in segments, carried, not powered.
[6:15] Speaker 1: I went cold. I checked the GPS location embedded in
[6:19] Speaker 1: the file. It was within a quarter mile of the
[6:23] Speaker 1: same stand of ash where I'd shot it days ago.
[6:26] Speaker 1: It has the same elevation and the same forest density.
[6:31] Speaker 1: I crossed reference the tree formations behind the figure, thin
[6:34] Speaker 1: lines of leafless branches, a birch with a split trunk,
[6:38] Speaker 1: and matched them to my phone photos from the calling sight.
[6:42] Speaker 1: Too close, too precise. There's a coincidence, and then there's this,
[6:50] Speaker 1: which meant either the shot had missed somehow or something
[6:54] Speaker 1: else was walking around with a dear skin. I didn't
[7:00] Speaker 1: sleep much that night. I lay in my cot with
[7:03] Speaker 1: my laptop screen still open, paused on the frame of
[7:07] Speaker 1: that buck, standing still in the ravine, head, low limbs,
[7:11] Speaker 1: straight eyes, barely catching the light. It was facing the camera.
[7:22] Speaker 1: The footage kept coming. Each morning, brought a new flagged clip.
[7:28] Speaker 1: Each time, the same buck, same shattered antler, and the
[7:32] Speaker 1: same crooked back leg, always alone, always after midnight, always
[7:38] Speaker 1: brushing at the edge of the camera's infrared beam, as
[7:42] Speaker 1: if it knew just how much it could show without
[7:45] Speaker 1: being caught full on. At first I thought I was
[7:49] Speaker 1: looking for patterns out of paranoia, but by the third
[7:53] Speaker 1: night I started marking the appearances on a field map.
[7:57] Speaker 1: The dots were scattered at first, too scattered to mean much,
[8:02] Speaker 1: But on the fifth entry I saw it. It was
[8:07] Speaker 1: moving in a slow arc, not a wondering loop, not
[8:12] Speaker 1: lost or disoriented pattern. There was structure to it. The
[8:17] Speaker 1: deer was following a wide perimeter path around the zone.
[8:22] Speaker 1: Not random, not frantic, steady, predictable, as if it were
[8:27] Speaker 1: circling something or someone. I checked the camera's placement again,
[8:34] Speaker 1: laid out the route, and drew the circle. It wasn't perfect,
[8:39] Speaker 1: but it was closing. In the last three appearances had
[8:43] Speaker 1: all been a little tighter. I followed the progression and
[8:48] Speaker 1: placed a pushpin at the rough center. It was us
[8:54] Speaker 1: the base camp trailer, which meant either this thing was
[8:58] Speaker 1: tracking me or retracing the path of its own death,
[9:03] Speaker 1: maybe both. I packed a small kit and headed out
[9:08] Speaker 1: at first light, telling the team I was following a
[9:11] Speaker 1: trail report that was an unusual I'd done solo follow
[9:16] Speaker 1: ups before, and no one questioned it. I hiked about
[9:20] Speaker 1: forty minutes to reach the spot where i'd put the
[9:22] Speaker 1: buck down. The ash trees were still there, same slope,
[9:27] Speaker 1: same wingcarved patch of dead earth with the undergrowth had
[9:31] Speaker 1: never fully returned after the fires a few years back.
[9:35] Speaker 1: But there was no blood, no drag marks, not even
[9:39] Speaker 1: a disturbed pile of leaves. What I found instead was
[9:44] Speaker 1: a shallow depression in the dirt, ringed with brush and sticks.
[9:49] Speaker 1: Not a scrape, not a bedding spot. Something had arranged
[9:53] Speaker 1: the space intentionally. In the center a crude pile of
[10:00] Speaker 1: gathered debris, small bones, some snapped bird feathers, the twisted
[10:05] Speaker 1: remains of something that looked like a jaw. It was
[10:09] Speaker 1: almost organized. It had a rough symmetry, though not in
[10:14] Speaker 1: a way a deer should be capable of. They don't build,
[10:18] Speaker 1: they don't nest, they don't collect, which meant it was
[10:23] Speaker 1: acting on instinct. Something in it, whatever was walking that
[10:28] Speaker 1: body was aware, deliberate, maybe even learning. I took photos,
[10:37] Speaker 1: sent them to my field laptop, and marked the area
[10:40] Speaker 1: for follow up. But I didn't send the images to
[10:43] Speaker 1: the department, not yet. I wasn't ready to explain why
[10:48] Speaker 1: I was chasing a deer that should have been rotting
[10:51] Speaker 1: under six inches of dirt. When I packed up and
[10:55] Speaker 1: turned to leave, I swore I heard something shift behind
[10:59] Speaker 1: the tree line. Not the crash of a startled animal,
[11:03] Speaker 1: just the slow, deliberate shift of weight, as if something
[11:07] Speaker 1: waited until I looked away. I didn't turn around. I
[11:14] Speaker 1: walked back to camp with the sense that whatever this
[11:17] Speaker 1: thing was, it had built something, and it was only
[11:22] Speaker 1: the beginning. It was nearly three a m. When something
[11:29] Speaker 1: hit the cabin wall. Not a scratch or scrape, a thud,
[11:35] Speaker 1: heavy and direct. No follow up, no scurry of retreating hoofs,
[11:40] Speaker 1: just one single deliberate impact. The sound jolted me upright.
[11:46] Speaker 1: I stayed frozen for a moment, ear straining. Then another
[11:51] Speaker 1: noise came, much softer, this time a slight creak of
[11:55] Speaker 1: the pine frame settling or something leaning into it. I
[12:01] Speaker 1: grabbed the laptop and flipped through the most recent footage.
[12:05] Speaker 1: The cabin camp facing the entry showed nothing, just the
[12:08] Speaker 1: unmoving trail of crusted grass and the steel bare box.
[12:12] Speaker 1: I clicked over to the rear feed, one I'd set
[12:15] Speaker 1: up mostly to monitor raccoon activity. That's where I saw it.
[12:21] Speaker 1: Not close up, not detailed, but enough. The deer stood
[12:28] Speaker 1: just within the infrared glow, upright, not on all fours, standing.
[12:36] Speaker 1: Its rear legs were locked to the joints, thin but rigid.
[12:41] Speaker 1: The rest of the body sacked forward, front, limbs dangling
[12:44] Speaker 1: like dead weight. Its chest was bowed, the rib cage compressed.
[12:49] Speaker 1: The head hung far too forward before slowly lifting. Stiff
[12:53] Speaker 1: and unsure. It took one step forward, then another. Every
[13:00] Speaker 1: movement was strained, trembling with the effort to balance. It
[13:05] Speaker 1: moved like a puppet strung by hands that had never
[13:08] Speaker 1: seen a living thing. But it kept its head upright.
[13:13] Speaker 1: Even in the poor resolution, I could see it tracking
[13:17] Speaker 1: the lens. Its face had changed. The snout was partly
[13:22] Speaker 1: caved in, no longer a clean line of bone and fur.
[13:26] Speaker 1: Skin slumped over one side, sagging down past the jaw.
[13:31] Speaker 1: It looked heavier than before, swollen or softened. No glint
[13:36] Speaker 1: of eyes, just the hollows where they used to sit.
[13:40] Speaker 1: It didn't graze, didn't sniff, just stood there watching. This
[13:48] Speaker 1: wasn't a scavenger wearing a carcass. It was an instinct.
[13:53] Speaker 1: It was tracking something me. I closed the laptop and
[14:00] Speaker 1: went to the filing crate under the bunk. I dug
[14:03] Speaker 1: out the original kill log, the handwritten one, but not
[14:06] Speaker 1: the digital report I filed later. It had blood on
[14:10] Speaker 1: the corner from the tagging knife, but everything else was clean. Coordinates, time,
[14:16] Speaker 1: tag code, a quick field sketch, and then I saw
[14:21] Speaker 1: it scrawled in the side margin, a faint pencil, nearly
[14:25] Speaker 1: scrubbed away burn after disposal. I hadn't noticed it. The
[14:34] Speaker 1: retrieval crew had never shown there was an instruction left
[14:38] Speaker 1: by the lad team. I had missed, which meant whatever
[14:41] Speaker 1: that thing was, whatever was walking around in the hollowed
[14:45] Speaker 1: out body of that deer, I had left it there.
[14:50] Speaker 1: I had given it time. I grabbed the heavy lock
[14:55] Speaker 1: from the gear chest and bolted the front door, pushed
[14:58] Speaker 1: the chair under the handle out of some new tiless instinct.
[15:01] Speaker 1: He wouldn't stop anything with real weight behind it, but
[15:05] Speaker 1: it made me feel like I was doing something outside.
[15:09] Speaker 1: The wind had dropped, no forest movement, no insects ticking
[15:14] Speaker 1: against the window glass. It felt like the woods had
[15:17] Speaker 1: emptied out, like the normal rules of wilderness had paused.
[15:24] Speaker 1: I didn't sleep. I sat in the corner with the
[15:27] Speaker 1: camera feed open, staring at the second angle, waiting for
[15:31] Speaker 1: it to return. But it never did. Morning light led
[15:40] Speaker 1: through the close curtains. The print out still sat on
[15:44] Speaker 1: the counter, half crumpled burn after disposal. I hadn't shown
[15:50] Speaker 1: it to anyone, who would I tell. I just kept
[15:54] Speaker 1: refreshing the trail camp and waiting for another ping. Nothing yet.
[16:01] Speaker 1: My head was starting to hurt, probably from the stress.
[16:05] Speaker 1: My sinnesses felt swollen and pressure was mounting. Still, I
[16:10] Speaker 1: needed to see it again, not through a screen. I
[16:14] Speaker 1: needed something to confirm it was just the deer, some
[16:18] Speaker 1: rational explanation, something my brain could pin down. I hiked
[16:24] Speaker 1: back to the clearing in the late afternoon with the
[16:26] Speaker 1: same gear and the same boots. The air felt heavier
[16:30] Speaker 1: out there, still but watchful. I stepped carefully, scanning the
[16:35] Speaker 1: brush around the old kill site. No body, of course,
[16:40] Speaker 1: that was gone the first time, but something else had
[16:44] Speaker 1: been left behind. Near a thicket, I found a patch
[16:49] Speaker 1: of fur snagged along a thorn bush, dark coarse, unmistakable.
[16:56] Speaker 1: A few feet beyond that, I spotted a smear of
[16:59] Speaker 1: something dark on the flat side of a spilled rock.
[17:03] Speaker 1: Looked dry and waxy, not rot exactly, almost preserved I
[17:10] Speaker 1: pulled the sample with tweezers, wrapped it in foil, and
[17:13] Speaker 1: packed it for the walk. Back in my cabin, I
[17:17] Speaker 1: set up my old field scope. It was an high end,
[17:21] Speaker 1: barely better than a biology student's training model, but it
[17:24] Speaker 1: could still read enough at low magnification. I sliced the
[17:29] Speaker 1: sliver from the waxy tissue and placed it on a
[17:31] Speaker 1: slide with a sailine drop. The second I looked through
[17:35] Speaker 1: the lens, I felt the back of my neck go cold.
[17:41] Speaker 1: There were seams, not cuts, not scars, seam lines, tiny
[17:47] Speaker 1: symmetrical striations crossing in a grid pattern just below the surface.
[17:53] Speaker 1: The cells weren't dried out either. They were alive. More
[17:59] Speaker 1: than alive, they were organized, pulsing faintly. Something was knitting
[18:05] Speaker 1: them together, as if the tissue had been rebuilt rather
[18:09] Speaker 1: than preserved, which meant it hadn't died the way I thought,
[18:14] Speaker 1: or if it had, it hadn't stayed that way. No
[18:19] Speaker 1: dear tissue behaves like that, especially not after sitting exposed
[18:24] Speaker 1: to weather or scavengers for days. It should have been
[18:27] Speaker 1: dust by now. I set up a quick test with
[18:31] Speaker 1: what I had, some ammonia base cleaner and a few
[18:35] Speaker 1: protein indicators crude, sure, but good enough for basic reactivity.
[18:41] Speaker 1: I placed another tissue sliver in a shallow dish, added
[18:45] Speaker 1: the cleaning agent, and watched. The reaction was instant, violent bubbling,
[18:54] Speaker 1: a hiss of vapor, and a reek like scorched air
[18:57] Speaker 1: and formaldehyde. The tissue turn black, curling in on itself
[19:02] Speaker 1: like it had nerves. The smell was chemical, but sharp
[19:06] Speaker 1: enough to sting behind my eyes. I rinsed the dish
[19:09] Speaker 1: and flushed the sample. My hands were shaking, but I
[19:14] Speaker 1: couldn't stop thinking. I couldn't stop asking myself what regenerative
[19:18] Speaker 1: mechanism could survive that reaction? What kind of biology could
[19:22] Speaker 1: fake life that cleanly? I searched for anything similar, fungal colonies,
[19:29] Speaker 1: synthetic graphs, parasitic worms that repurpose host tissue, but nothing matched.
[19:38] Speaker 1: By nightfall, I was just staring at the wall, mind blank.
[19:43] Speaker 1: The camera feed pinged. I tapped on the app the
[19:47] Speaker 1: clearing cam had triggered. There it was again. The deer
[19:54] Speaker 1: stood at the tree line, just standing. But something was different.
[19:59] Speaker 1: This time. I had to squint to see it, but
[20:03] Speaker 1: I couldn't unsee it. Once I noticed it. The left
[20:07] Speaker 1: foreleg was gone, not chewed or torn, just missing. The
[20:13] Speaker 1: skin along the shoulder was smooth, pale under the moonlight,
[20:17] Speaker 1: stretched tight like clay. But the thing didn't limp. It
[20:22] Speaker 1: stood evenly, shifting its weight like the limb had never
[20:26] Speaker 1: been there at all. I assumed. In further, as much
[20:30] Speaker 1: as the grainy frame would allow, the deer turned toward
[20:36] Speaker 1: the camera. I froze. The neck didn't turn smoothly. It
[20:43] Speaker 1: cracked sideways, fast and unnatural, the rest of the body
[20:47] Speaker 1: remaining still a snap in the joint or somewhere deeper.
[20:54] Speaker 1: But it didn't recoil, didn't blink. It just stared directly
[20:59] Speaker 1: at the lens, and for a moment I had the
[21:03] Speaker 1: horrible impression it saw me, not the camera me. Then
[21:13] Speaker 1: it walked off screen, not limping, not struggling, just walking purposefully.
[21:22] Speaker 1: I shut the app and sat there until sunrise. No
[21:27] Speaker 1: new alerts came in that night. I stopped sleeping for
[21:32] Speaker 1: more than an hour at a time. The headaches were worse, now,
[21:37] Speaker 1: full pressure behind the eyes, like something swelling beneath my skull.
[21:42] Speaker 1: My nose wouldn't stop bleeding that morning. It was just
[21:45] Speaker 1: a thin trickle that ran whenever I tilted forward. I
[21:49] Speaker 1: couldn't hold food, couldn't hold a thought. I told work
[21:54] Speaker 1: I was sick. I didn't go in. I didn't tell
[21:57] Speaker 1: them why. I just wanted to be alone to figure
[22:01] Speaker 1: it out, to run the test again. I kept telling
[22:05] Speaker 1: myself this was chronic wasting disease. I had studied it,
[22:09] Speaker 1: after all, that's why we were here. But this didn't
[22:13] Speaker 1: match the spread pattern, no drooping ears, no emaciation, and
[22:18] Speaker 1: the regeneration didn't make sense. The movement, the fact that
[22:24] Speaker 1: it stood. I pulled up the trail camarchive, a new
[22:29] Speaker 1: ping two nights ago, camera twelve, the farthest one facing
[22:34] Speaker 1: the southern edge where the old logging road ends. At
[22:38] Speaker 1: first I thought it was a poacher, human shape movement,
[22:43] Speaker 1: slow head tilted too far down, but the figure was shirtless,
[22:49] Speaker 1: stumbling with hands twitching at his side, knee stiff. Then
[22:55] Speaker 1: he turned slightly toward the lens and I froze. I
[23:01] Speaker 1: recognized him, not the face, the posture, the build, the
[23:07] Speaker 1: way one shoulder hunts slightly from an old break. It
[23:12] Speaker 1: was Nathan, one of the seasonal hires who helped with
[23:15] Speaker 1: retrieval and sight clean up. He hadn't shown up the
[23:19] Speaker 1: base in over a week. New angle camera thirteen, same
[23:24] Speaker 1: clearing thirty seconds long. The deer came through first from
[23:29] Speaker 1: the left, limping, dragging one hind leg. Then it stopped,
[23:36] Speaker 1: just stood there. Seconds later, the man entered from the
[23:41] Speaker 1: opposite side, crawling hands and feet in the dirt. He
[23:46] Speaker 1: stopped a few feet from the deer. Neither reacted. There
[23:52] Speaker 1: was no fear, no sound. They simply coexisted, standing and
[23:58] Speaker 1: swaying in the same poisoned wind. That was the last clip.
[24:04] Speaker 1: No new alerts came after that. I closed the app.
[24:09] Speaker 1: I sat there for hours, waiting for another pin. The
[24:13] Speaker 1: room was still, but I couldn't hear birds anymore, no
[24:17] Speaker 1: buzz of summer insects outside the cabin. Even the trees
[24:21] Speaker 1: looked off. The underbrush is too low, too quiet. I
[24:27] Speaker 1: checked my nose, another streak of blood on the back
[24:31] Speaker 1: of my hand. I hadn't even felt it. I felt woozy,
[24:38] Speaker 1: so I lay down and passed out. The final trout
[24:50] Speaker 1: cam clip was still frozen on screen. When I woke
[24:54] Speaker 1: I shut the laptop. My nose had started bleeding again,
[24:58] Speaker 1: slow and steady. Using a warm smear down past my
[25:02] Speaker 1: upper lip, I wiped it with a sleeve of my hoodie,
[25:05] Speaker 1: staring at the wall for a moment as my breath
[25:08] Speaker 1: came in shallow polls. The air felt too heavy, or
[25:13] Speaker 1: maybe my lungs were slowing down. I tried calling Nathan,
[25:18] Speaker 1: the assistant I thought I had seen in the footage.
[25:21] Speaker 1: A call rang twice, then cut the voicemail. The backup
[25:25] Speaker 1: tablets still had access to the DNR field office network.
[25:30] Speaker 1: I logged in and pulled the remote track of logs.
[25:33] Speaker 1: No check ins for thirty six hours, not from the
[25:37] Speaker 1: monitoring team, field counters or even the auto flagged deer cams.
[25:43] Speaker 1: Nothing hyping the emergency contacts. All three admin names came
[25:48] Speaker 1: up offline. In the bathroom mirror, I didn't look right.
[25:55] Speaker 1: The skin under my eyes was drawn and waxy. My
[25:58] Speaker 1: face pale in a way that life couldn't explain. A
[26:02] Speaker 1: red burst had crept into the white of my left eye.
[26:05] Speaker 1: Capillaries bloomed outward like roots. When I pressed a knuckle
[26:09] Speaker 1: to my cheekbone, the pressure dulled slowly, without edge. I
[26:15] Speaker 1: didn't need a blood panel to confirm it. Whatever was
[26:19] Speaker 1: in the deer, whatever it kept it moving, was in
[26:23] Speaker 1: me now too, And if I was infected, it meant
[26:29] Speaker 1: I was on a timer. I didn't bother calling the
[26:33] Speaker 1: office again. I didn't report symptoms. There wasn't anyone left
[26:38] Speaker 1: to explain it to. If I waited for help, I'd
[26:42] Speaker 1: be a walking corpse before anyone arrived. I packed fast
[26:48] Speaker 1: cold packs, the preserved sample trail notes, ammonia strips, and
[26:53] Speaker 1: field accelerants, every drive that had footage, a USB with
[26:58] Speaker 1: basic microscope imaging software, enough canned food to last a
[27:02] Speaker 1: few days if I needed them. The wind outside had
[27:06] Speaker 1: gone still. The cabin didn't creak. No birds called, no insects,
[27:12] Speaker 1: just the low hum of trees remembering their weight. The
[27:16] Speaker 1: main lab was seventy miles north d n R, affiliated
[27:20] Speaker 1: but independent. It had a backup generator, cold storage, and
[27:24] Speaker 1: a sterilization hood. If I could get there before my
[27:28] Speaker 1: symptoms worsened, maybe I could finish what I started, trace
[27:33] Speaker 1: the spread, burn out whatever I had learned to wear skin.
[27:37] Speaker 1: I locked the cabin door behind me one last glance
[27:40] Speaker 1: at the tree line. Nothing moved, but the silence felt aware.
[27:50] Speaker 1: I got in the truck, started the engine and drove
[27:53] Speaker 1: without checking the rear view. If I didn't make it
[27:57] Speaker 1: in time, no one would. I reached the lamb just
[28:05] Speaker 1: past dusk. The trees pressed in tight along the road,
[28:09] Speaker 1: branches clawing at the truck as I rolled up the
[28:12] Speaker 1: gravel path. No signs of field biologists or late shifts,
[28:17] Speaker 1: just the wind and the low hum of the backup generator,
[28:20] Speaker 1: struggling to keep rhythm. The front doors were unlocked. Inside,
[28:26] Speaker 1: the overhead fluorescence flickered behind stained plastic covers. A couple
[28:31] Speaker 1: bulbs buzzed in their sockets, casting long, uneven shadows across
[28:35] Speaker 1: the tiled floor. The air smelled faintly of bleach and
[28:40] Speaker 1: something else, something deeper, damp, iron, sweet. No voices greeted me,
[28:49] Speaker 1: No motion, just the slow, steady beap of a security
[28:52] Speaker 1: door stuck half a jar. In the back hallway, the
[28:56] Speaker 1: reception desk was abandoned, a mug of coffee. They still
[29:00] Speaker 1: steamed faintly. The room stained with a half finished sip.
[29:04] Speaker 1: A pair of reading glasses sat beside it, folded neatly,
[29:08] Speaker 1: as if someone meant to return. They hadn't. I moved
[29:14] Speaker 1: deeper into the facility. The surveillance room was unlocked, which
[29:18] Speaker 1: wasn't protocol. The wall of monitors stuttered with looping footage
[29:23] Speaker 1: from around the building. Front gate, access hall generator room
[29:28] Speaker 1: exterior trails. One feed caught my attention. A shape crouched
[29:33] Speaker 1: in the tree lined behind the lab, not human, broad shouldered, hunched, unmoving.
[29:42] Speaker 1: Another monitor showed a figure walking shirtless down a staff hallway,
[29:46] Speaker 1: bare feet, pale skin. He was dragging something behind him,
[29:51] Speaker 1: a metal pool clattering against the tile. There wasn't a
[29:56] Speaker 1: patient wing in this building, no beds, no IV stands,
[30:00] Speaker 1: but I knew what I saw. I killed the feeds,
[30:05] Speaker 1: no need to watch more than I had to. The
[30:08] Speaker 1: freezer lab was worse. The door stood open a few inches,
[30:13] Speaker 1: cold air spilling out inside. The stainless steel racks were
[30:18] Speaker 1: half empty. Tray overturned vials cracked across the floor in
[30:23] Speaker 1: a fine glitter of broken glass and thawed residue. The
[30:27] Speaker 1: walls glistened with condensation. Fingerprints smeared into the frost. I
[30:34] Speaker 1: found a catalog of samples similar to the ones I
[30:37] Speaker 1: collected myself. Had they been working on this the whole time?
[30:43] Speaker 1: If so, to what end? I checked the surrounding shells
[30:48] Speaker 1: for any signs of tampering. One broken violet spilled down
[30:52] Speaker 1: the side of the unit. The trails stopped at the floor,
[30:56] Speaker 1: but didn't pull instead it split streaks, drawn outward by
[31:01] Speaker 1: something moving low and slow. That's when I saw the prince,
[31:08] Speaker 1: not boot treads, hoof prints, but not natural ones. Each
[31:14] Speaker 1: was split, yes, but too long, too narrow. The pressure
[31:19] Speaker 1: pattern was wrung, centered toward the toe, as if whatever
[31:23] Speaker 1: made them had been balancing, creeping. They led away from
[31:29] Speaker 1: the freezer, across the lab floor, right to the wall.
[31:32] Speaker 1: Vent I stepped closer, the cover was off, bent to
[31:38] Speaker 1: the corners. Inside the docked was streaked dark. A few
[31:43] Speaker 1: long strands of fur clung to the inner rim, not
[31:47] Speaker 1: dear fur, something coarser, almost wirelike something had already been
[31:54] Speaker 1: here before me, or someone had led it in. I
[31:59] Speaker 1: stood a moment listening somewhere in the back wing. Something
[32:05] Speaker 1: metal scraped across tile, then nothing. I closed the freezer
[32:12] Speaker 1: and sealed the remaining samples in my personal cold case.
[32:16] Speaker 1: My hands were shaking as I locked the lab door
[32:18] Speaker 1: behind me, and now I wasn't sure who or what
[32:23] Speaker 1: had ever been running this place. By morning, my hands
[32:30] Speaker 1: were shaking. It started small, just the fingers, but I
[32:35] Speaker 1: couldn't get a cap off a vial without fumbling. My
[32:38] Speaker 1: vision kept slipping out of focus, not constantly, just in
[32:43] Speaker 1: rhythmic flickers in the mirror above the lab sink. I
[32:47] Speaker 1: watched my pupils expand and shrink, back and forth, like
[32:50] Speaker 1: they couldn't decide whether they were supposed to do. My
[32:54] Speaker 1: gums had started to wake. I tore a sheet from
[32:58] Speaker 1: the back of an abandoned chart and pinned it to
[33:00] Speaker 1: my jacket. If I loose speech, burn the body, do
[33:05] Speaker 1: not touch the skin. Then I made for the biology wing.
[33:12] Speaker 1: Only the emergency lights were working in this part of
[33:14] Speaker 1: the lab, casting dim, jittering gold across the tiles. The
[33:19] Speaker 1: carts were overturned, papers had been scattered, trampled, or soaked
[33:24] Speaker 1: through from a broken pipe in the ceiling. Breath fogged
[33:28] Speaker 1: in the air. It was cold. I pulled the log
[33:32] Speaker 1: book from the wreckage of a desk. Most of the
[33:35] Speaker 1: pages were useless notes about wildlife counts, nutrition breakdowns, half
[33:41] Speaker 1: finished hypotheses. I flipped to the back. There, wedged between
[33:46] Speaker 1: two damp pages was a loose sheet of paper with
[33:50] Speaker 1: sharp handwriting. Secondary hosts showed accelerated symptoms after exposure to
[33:56] Speaker 1: decomposing infected tissue, delayed infection, corald with chemical disruption, ammonia
[34:02] Speaker 1: and alcohol treatments. I stopped. My symptoms started after handling
[34:09] Speaker 1: the sample, but I had stumbled and using ammonia while
[34:13] Speaker 1: doing rudimentary tests. Whatever concoction I had accidentally breathed in
[34:19] Speaker 1: hadn't cured me, but it delayed what had happened to
[34:22] Speaker 1: the seasonal higher I saw skulking with the deer. It
[34:27] Speaker 1: bought me time a buffer. The others they worked under
[34:33] Speaker 1: protocol sterile precise direct exposure. I followed the note and
[34:40] Speaker 1: slipped it into my jacket. There wasn't a cure, but
[34:44] Speaker 1: at least I now understood why I was still walking,
[34:49] Speaker 1: and this inspired my makeshift idea. I found one last
[34:54] Speaker 1: working autoclave near the end of the wing. It rumbled
[34:58] Speaker 1: to life when I keyed in the over. I scraped
[35:01] Speaker 1: together everything I could, what remained of the preserved tissue,
[35:05] Speaker 1: anything I touched, old gloves, even the container, and loaded
[35:10] Speaker 1: it all into the chamber. The inside was coated with
[35:14] Speaker 1: black residue, not mold, something else. Maybe someone had already
[35:20] Speaker 1: tried this. I set the burn, locked the hatch, and
[35:25] Speaker 1: stepped away before the heating cycle could even start. My
[35:30] Speaker 1: legs were slower now, not numb, just heavy. Every step
[35:36] Speaker 1: felt delayed, like the signals were moving through sludge. I
[35:41] Speaker 1: touched the glass in the hallway. I couldn't feel it.
[35:45] Speaker 1: I couldn't feel the chill against my fingers. I left
[35:49] Speaker 1: through the back. The woods were still gray, The clouds
[35:55] Speaker 1: hung low over the canopy, and somewhere behind me pissed
[36:00] Speaker 1: with steam. I didn't know if the sterilization would do anything,
[36:05] Speaker 1: didn't know if it was too late. But I had
[36:09] Speaker 1: one more thing to do. I packed everything I needed
[36:14] Speaker 1: and worked on the move, not a cure, just a
[36:19] Speaker 1: final step, and started walking where it all began. I
[36:27] Speaker 1: didn't follow the trail cameroots this time. The clearing where
[36:30] Speaker 1: I shut the book with a carcasse vanished where I
[36:34] Speaker 1: should have burned it. I carried everything with me, my pack,
[36:39] Speaker 1: an improvised cocktail cleaning ammonia and accelerants. I cobbled together
[36:44] Speaker 1: materials for a makeshift device, powdered rust scraped from the
[36:49] Speaker 1: back of hinges of old equipment, and aluminium shavings pulled
[36:52] Speaker 1: from trail signs. It wasn't a perfect There might mix,
[36:57] Speaker 1: but it would ignite enough to burn tissue, enough to
[37:01] Speaker 1: destroy whatever was rewriting it. The walk was longer than
[37:06] Speaker 1: I remembered, or maybe I was slower. My joints ate,
[37:12] Speaker 1: my fingers tingled. The fever behind my eyes pulsed in waves,
[37:17] Speaker 1: clouding the corners of my vision. But I was still
[37:20] Speaker 1: thinking clearly. I could still make decisions. That meant I
[37:26] Speaker 1: still had time. I used this time to make improvised devices,
[37:31] Speaker 1: crude but functional. The trees changed before the path did.
[37:37] Speaker 1: At first I thought it was just fog settling through
[37:40] Speaker 1: the branches, but the bark had a sheen, not wet waxed.
[37:46] Speaker 1: A fine spread of pale threads ran between the trunks,
[37:50] Speaker 1: and when I brushed past one, it stuck to my jacket.
[37:54] Speaker 1: I reached the clearing, it wasn't a nest anymore. It
[37:59] Speaker 1: had blown, and the glade was a full sprawl of
[38:03] Speaker 1: organic spires, sinew and fungal bloom. Long venous threads ran
[38:09] Speaker 1: between trees and into the undergrowth. The dirt looked bruised.
[38:14] Speaker 1: There were thick nodules the size of fists half buried
[38:17] Speaker 1: in the soil, throbbing fungal stalks that had grown into warped,
[38:22] Speaker 1: ribbed structures, almost like cages. But I couldn't tell if
[38:26] Speaker 1: they were meant to keep something in or out. The
[38:30] Speaker 1: smell was worse than any rot i'd encountered, a mix
[38:34] Speaker 1: of iron fermentation and something vaguely sweet, like ripe fruit
[38:39] Speaker 1: gun sour. The wildlife was gone, no birds, no insects.
[38:46] Speaker 1: But around the perimeter the ground was littered with corpses, rodents,
[38:51] Speaker 1: a raccoon, something small and canine, maybe a fox. Some
[38:57] Speaker 1: of them were twitching, breathing, spasming, as if their bodies
[39:03] Speaker 1: hadn't caught up with the fact that they were already dead.
[39:08] Speaker 1: One of them, a rabbit, jerked his head upright, jaw
[39:11] Speaker 1: twitching open. A sound came out, not a breath, a click,
[39:18] Speaker 1: maybe an attempted speech. I didn't stay close enough to listen.
[39:25] Speaker 1: This was what it had been doing, not hunting, cultivating.
[39:31] Speaker 1: It was rewriting the instructions that told muslin bone how
[39:34] Speaker 1: to be. In the center of the glade was a
[39:39] Speaker 1: mound flesh, hair, antler, segments of deer skull fused with
[39:45] Speaker 1: what looked like vertebrae, human ribs, tangled legs, some still
[39:50] Speaker 1: clothed in remnants of field pants. A name patch peeked out,
[39:55] Speaker 1: half fused into the tissue. I didn't go closer to
[39:59] Speaker 1: read it. I already knew. I dropped to my knees,
[40:05] Speaker 1: opened my pack, began assembling the ammonia. The heat was
[40:10] Speaker 1: rising in me, now internal pressing. I was sweating hard.
[40:15] Speaker 1: My tongue was thick in my mouth. The ammonia stung
[40:19] Speaker 1: my nose, but I needed it. I poured carefully, trying
[40:24] Speaker 1: to keep my hands steady. Just a few minutes, just
[40:29] Speaker 1: one successful ignition. I heard the footsteps before I saw them,
[40:36] Speaker 1: not hoofs, not claws, feet. I turned slowly. A fir
[40:43] Speaker 1: might charge. Half assembled in my lap. Three figures stepped
[40:47] Speaker 1: out from behind the edge of the nest. People, or
[40:52] Speaker 1: what it used to be my field team. Harris from
[40:57] Speaker 1: my old labrotation, Jenna, the intern who logged samples, and
[41:02] Speaker 1: one of the rangers I used to check in with
[41:04] Speaker 1: on morning rounds. Their skin looked spongy, water logged, and
[41:10] Speaker 1: blotched with gray patches that pulse beneath the surface. Their
[41:14] Speaker 1: veins ran black and branched across their arms and neck.
[41:18] Speaker 1: All three of them stared at me through clouded white eyes.
[41:21] Speaker 1: Lips parted in slow, shallow breaths that didn't sound like
[41:25] Speaker 1: breathing at all. They weren't charging. They didn't groan or howl.
[41:32] Speaker 1: They just stepped forward, their arms stiff, their heads tilting,
[41:38] Speaker 1: and their mouths slack, like they were still trying to
[41:41] Speaker 1: remember how movement worked to them. I just looked like
[41:46] Speaker 1: another infected returning to the hive. I took a shaky breath,
[41:53] Speaker 1: raised a hand without meaning to. I'm sorry, I said.
[42:00] Speaker 1: For a second, something flickered behind Harris's eyes, a twitch
[42:05] Speaker 1: in the cheek. His jaw shifted. I saw his lips
[42:10] Speaker 1: try to form a word, but all that came out
[42:13] Speaker 1: was a wet rasp, a throat too soft to carry sound.
[42:18] Speaker 1: There was still sympathy, a glimmer of humanity that was
[42:22] Speaker 1: rapidly fading. Then came the deer. They had no such feelings.
[42:31] Speaker 1: They emerged slowly, deliberately and confident from the trees behind
[42:35] Speaker 1: the team. The upright one leaned forward with a step,
[42:39] Speaker 1: spine trembling with effort, but its limbs moved cleanly. Now
[42:45] Speaker 1: behind it crawled another shoulder twisted, dragging its weight along
[42:50] Speaker 1: the patch of exposed roots. The last one moved worst
[42:54] Speaker 1: of all. It dragged a fuse limb that wasn't fully deer,
[42:59] Speaker 1: part bone, part human muscle strung together with the wrong tension.
[43:05] Speaker 1: They made no noise. Their heads cocked with a mechanical curiosity.
[43:10] Speaker 1: All eyes locked on me, and they saw what I
[43:14] Speaker 1: was doing. Ahlf puffed out from their nostrils as they
[43:19] Speaker 1: ready to charge hoofs bracing to sprint. My hands shook
[43:24] Speaker 1: as I reached for the striker. The first scrape gave nothing,
[43:29] Speaker 1: The second sparked on a third it caught. I lit
[43:35] Speaker 1: the smallest flask of ammonia and hurled it at the
[43:38] Speaker 1: edge of the nest. It hissed on contact. The fungal
[43:43] Speaker 1: web sizzled, the black, veiny threads pulling back from the
[43:46] Speaker 1: chemical burn like they were alive. That did it. The
[43:52] Speaker 1: reanimated abominations stumbled forward, not toward me, but toward the
[43:57] Speaker 1: patch I'd hit. Twitching, compelled, pain, instinct rage, I couldn't tell,
[44:06] Speaker 1: but it told me something important. They had a choice.
[44:12] Speaker 1: They didn't lunge at me, not yet. They went for
[44:16] Speaker 1: the fire. I didn't give them time to rethink it.
[44:21] Speaker 1: I lit the thermite and hurled it toward the center
[44:23] Speaker 1: of the nest. The flash was instant and vicious. A
[44:28] Speaker 1: column of heat tore through the fungal bed, charring it
[44:31] Speaker 1: in a heartbeat. A few deer were caught in the process.
[44:36] Speaker 1: The smell made my vision swim, something between spoiled meat
[44:41] Speaker 1: and plastic insulation. Instinct kicked in, and my old crew
[44:46] Speaker 1: sprang into action, rushing to save their colony. The mound
[44:50] Speaker 1: in the center shrieked, not with sound, but with pressure.
[44:55] Speaker 1: A thick static humb filled the air. My eyes pulsed,
[44:59] Speaker 1: my ears rang. Harris screamed, not a human sound, just
[45:05] Speaker 1: a rupture of voice. He collapsed midstep. Jenna followed, limbs
[45:10] Speaker 1: still jerking on the ground like fish on a dark
[45:15] Speaker 1: The upright deear tried to flee, but collapsed as soon
[45:17] Speaker 1: as their connection severed. I lit the final charge, the
[45:21] Speaker 1: biggest one, and rolled it into the heart of the nest.
[45:26] Speaker 1: It ignited on contact. The second explosion was worse than
[45:30] Speaker 1: the first. Trees caught, Flames raised up the stalks. The
[45:35] Speaker 1: sinew network snapped and curled in on itself. A line
[45:39] Speaker 1: of fungus tried to retreat down the roots, but the
[45:42] Speaker 1: fire chased it. But most importantly, all the bodies caught flame,
[45:48] Speaker 1: destroying any remnants of this horror. I stumbled back, coughing
[45:54] Speaker 1: into my sleeve. My vision smeared. One eye darkened, hi white,
[46:00] Speaker 1: did it, but my hand came back red blood. The
[46:05] Speaker 1: glade thrashed like a body in seizure. Then it went still.
[46:12] Speaker 1: I stood there until the flames reached the ridge, until
[46:15] Speaker 1: the entire bloom turned black and brittle, until the heat
[46:19] Speaker 1: burned the smell away. Only then did I turn and walk, burned, sick,
[46:27] Speaker 1: bleeding from both eyes, but lighter than I'd felt in weeks,
[46:33] Speaker 1: because I'd done something real, because I'd ended it, or
[46:38] Speaker 1: at least made sure it wouldn't spread any farther. And
[46:43] Speaker 1: if I was wrong, if something crawled out later, I
[46:48] Speaker 1: wouldn't be here to see it. I sat slumped in
[46:55] Speaker 1: the truck, throat raw, eyes blurred, my fingers barely were.
[47:01] Speaker 1: They kept slipping on the recorder's button before I finally
[47:03] Speaker 1: managed to press it down. Sample sterilized, the sauce, nest burned.
[47:10] Speaker 1: Secondary host transmission confirmed my voice didn't sound like mine
[47:16] Speaker 1: any more. I waited for a long moment, letting the
[47:20] Speaker 1: silence settle, before speaking again. My name is Elias ward Field.
[47:26] Speaker 1: I D seven two six o one dashbe contracted wild
[47:30] Speaker 1: life biologist, stayed assigned. I acted alone. I have destroyed
[47:36] Speaker 1: all known infated samples. The growth site has been neutralized.
[47:41] Speaker 1: There are no survivors. I paused, listened, nothing but the
[47:48] Speaker 1: low wind through the ridge. No movement in the trees,
[47:52] Speaker 1: no footsteps in the brush. If anyone finds this log,
[47:57] Speaker 1: do not come looking for survivors. There is nothing left
[48:01] Speaker 1: worth recovering. I clicked the recorder off and let it
[48:06] Speaker 1: drop into my lap. My head rested against the window.
[48:11] Speaker 1: The cold glass felt steady, almost grounding. The woods outside
[48:16] Speaker 1: were still chocked in ash and fog. I took the
[48:20] Speaker 1: cassette and sealed it in a weather proof specimen case,
[48:24] Speaker 1: marked it clearly, left it outside near the truck, but
[48:27] Speaker 1: not too close. If any one did find this place,
[48:32] Speaker 1: they'd find the truth first. Then I sat back inside
[48:37] Speaker 1: and looked at the keys of my palm. I lied
[48:43] Speaker 1: I hadn't destroyed all traces. There was still one left me,
[48:51] Speaker 1: but that we'd be dealt with shortly. The fermite was rigged,
[48:56] Speaker 1: crude but functional, set beneath the seat, tied to the ignition.
[49:02] Speaker 1: I checked the fuse three times earlier before my vision went.
[49:07] Speaker 1: When the key turned, the reaction would start heat metal flame,
[49:14] Speaker 1: nothing left to spread. I took a final breath, no
[49:20] Speaker 1: last words, no dramatic farewell. I just turned the key

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