Human Genome Project Sub-levels

Mutt had managed to nearly rip off a chunk of the table when the hiss of the door breached her senses, her main head releases the table to turn towards the sound, going perfectly still for a moment. Her mind was momentarily confused, at first thinking it was food but the chip corrected that as the sound of feet reach her sensitive ears. She was still hungry but her mind did not register the scent of the familiar woman to be a walking meal, which was lucky since the men would be too far away to help her if Mutt attacked. Perking up those thin pointed ears as the creature simply appears to be 'watching her' but it was different, she was actually listening to the beat of the woman's heart.

Her thick nose twitched, the scent of the human becoming stronger as the scientist's hand moved closer. The other head had stopped chewing on the table for a moment, simply gripping it in her jaws. Finally she felt the hand on her rough hide, the chip registering the scent and the sound of the footsteps as the scientist. Once this was organize, the beast relaxed under the touch of the hand, any one else probably would've had their hand bitten off. Her long teeth would ensure that her bite would be painful to anyone, not to mention she was highly infected with the virus. The other head finally released the table as she pushed herself up into a crouch, if she stood up straight she would be large and imposing but she didn't feel the urge to intimidate the doctor.

Instead, the Cerberus did something one would not expect from such a grotesque creature, she bumped her head against the woman's hand, encouraging her to continue petting. The other head turned to face the door, listening to the beings further outside the little lab room. A low growl rumbled from her chest at the sound of other heartbeats. She had yet to register any of the men outside the lab room, the chip would help to determine friendly from enemy. Not to mention she still had a hardy dislike for the soldiers who were meant to kill her kind, they were a threat to her.

The powerful jaws of one of the heads open so that the long tongue could curl out over her face, cleaning it like a lizard would. She did, after all, have reptile in her blood, giving her the claws and thick tail along with the tongue. The chip had increased her intelligence only a bit, but it was enough not to crash through a wall but to use the door instead. One of the heads turned to face the soldier she had met outside, she recognized his scent and the sound of his footsteps. His heart beat was stronger than the females only because he was bigger, she actually analyzed the man instead of jumping at him this time. She registered all these features, or rather the chip organized all the thoughts into collective data. He was one she couldn't attack, remembering that he was the one who had strapped her down in the first place.

She huffed a bit before standing up straighter at the whistle, the noise sharp to command her attention. As she walked past the soldier she bumped him a bit with her thick shoulder. Following the scientist into a drastically cold place, wrinkling her nose she took a step about. Cold weather made her sluggish, another lizardly trait, not to mention she only had thin coarse hair running down her back like a dog that had a severe case of the mange. The frozen meat barely registered to her nose, smell didn't travel in the cold as if it were hot. Mutt thankfully wasn't in the least bit picky, she had, on occasion, ate the tires of the cars.

Finally she simply sat down outside the cold storage, ears perked as she heard the strange noises coming from the female, thinking that she must being trying to communicate. Tilting one head to the right and tilting the other to the left in slight confusion. Once she heard a tin bowl scrape on the floor, she bent down to investigate. Sniffing only once to register that it was food before she tore into it without any table manners really. Grabbing a large hunk in one set of jaws while the other ripped and tore at it, anyone would be wise to keep their hands away from the bowl, least they accidentally lost that hand. While the chip straightened her out a bit, she still had a few kinks, mainly her aggression, which she was letting out on the meat since she couldn't turn it towards anything else.

It didn't take long for the Cerberus to toss her head back to swallow a large chunk of meat whole, her throat merely expanding to accommodate the large portion. The other head was snuffling around, pushing the tin bowl in attempts to find scraps, when it didn't it began to dent and bend the bowl in its attempts to eat it.

The bowl that Mutt had been chewing on dropped to the ground, sensing some sort of distress from the scientist, sending the little hairs she had bristling. Ears perking as the metal bowl clattered to the tile floor, one head turned in the direction of the woman while the other was searching for the source of the problem. A low growl erupted from deep within the great beast as the scientist slammed her fist down on the table, not yet understanding what she was angered about but ready to attack anything that was pissing her off. Mutt stalked after the scientist, agitated herself since they was nothing to kill in order to satisfy the scientist. She moved to sit by the door, starting to get used to the disembodied voice now since she couldn't find the source of AL, unable to see him due to her blindness.

Her heads jerk towards the female's voice, knowing that she was being summoned. The thick black claws click on the smooth floor as her huge paws pad closer to the scientist, leaning forward so that one head could nudge the woman's shoulder a bit, not knowing that the scientist and everyone else in the world was able to see, she just thought everyone was blind in a dark world. This was due to her lack of intelligence, she didn't understand the world, but she knew how to hunt and kill, like a pack of wolves knew how to take down prey larger than they were. She went still as information spilled in, his scent and how hard his heart could beat and the sound of his voice was all she needed. Her sharply pointed ears fall back, pinned as her lips curl into snarls, once more appearing like the intimidating monster she was supposed to be.

Walking after the doctor it would seem as if she were hunting the woman instead of actually following her, though with new orders she was about to fight so this riled her up. She did have komodo dragon within her, causing her to go into a feeding frenzy at times and have poisonous saliva that would slowly cause the infected to die and since she was infected with the virus they would be turned to zombies in a painful way. She knew that her life would depend on how she handled this, one of the 'hunters', the B.E.S., wanted her dead, she could sense the tension from him, he was just looking for a reason to kill her. She would have to get one of the spiders to infect him some how.

She stuffed one of her noses into the crease of the door, scratching at it like any dog would when they wanted to go outside. She could hear gunfire and she wanted out there, the chip urging her to accomplish the job. It didn't help that she hated the spider creatures, both were major predators on this playing field and they were always fighting for dominance over the right to hunt.