Yeah. It's gone Viral.

Cue the suspenseful music! Dim the lights! We're going VIRAL.
Literally.
Yes, I mean it literally.
I'm here to write a longer post this time and not take up too much space with pictures of bins (refer to post below). Hopefully this is gonna be a better one, because I have much to say.
So, with that said, I'm going to say much right now.
For starters, I'll refer to the title and explain the new characters the story has expressed. They're masses of characters, and it'll be a big part of the plot for Abnormal Angels. What am I talking about, you ask? (You asked, right? Right?!) Well, they're not really characters. More like partially characters. It's an infection that will soon accidentally begin taking over the world. But that's not the main plot, no, it's just a . . . a 'pre-plot'. It'll drive us towards the giant thing, which will end up killing -
SHUT UP! I'm going to give away the whole story if I keep babbling. Sorry guys, you'll just have to wait for book 2 ;D
Anyways, this snippet (which is more like a chunk, lucky you) will explain a lot more. Although it will not explain the fact that the infected people are dubbed 'Virals' (Yes, the title). So there's a little behind-the-scenes info for you.
Well, here's the snippet/chunk!

Walker looked through the tinted glass of the gasmask, his sharp, always-frustrated eyes peering through the white cell bars in front of him. The boy sat cross-legged, calmly looking up at Walker, grinning. His head was tilted playfully, his teeth reminding Walker of a shark, jagged points sprouting out of the boy’s gums.

   No, Walker thought with a sneer. That’s no boy anymore. It a monster inside an empty, dead boy.

   Anne stood beside him, her face hidden by her mask. Her voice was muffled behind the barrier, but she was still understandable as she read, “Harry Petersons, age thirteen.”

   “Tell me more about him.” Walker growled, watching his specimen as his specimen watched him. The boy – Harry’s – black eyes with no whites stared back at him.

   “His brain failed to withstand his . . . adjustments.” Anne continued.

   “What kind of experiment was he?”

   Anne looked down at her clipboard. “Mind-reading. He lost his sanity after the process – wouldn’t stop talking about a clock.” She looked back up at her boss, and Walker nodded briefly. “Continue.”

   “He’s the first one to be infected. We’re still unsure how the virus spreads, but we’re thinking it’s through a bite. It’s a nasty thing,” Anne explained, looking back up at the infected boy. “The virus invades the brain and originally kills all emotions, but our employees figured out how to spare anger and even bump up those hormones a bit. Otherwise the virus takes over the body completely. We don’t know why, but it seems that the discolouration in the eyes is a side effect.” Anne glanced at the mouth, tipping her head down. “The original teeth of the subject fall out, and within two days new ones grow in, perfectly spaced.”

   Walker thought it was beautiful. This creation, such a perfect killing machine, filled with only rage and hate, with deadly teeth. But the best part was that they didn’t need to make them bit-by-bit, all they had to do was spread the virus. These soldiers would play an amazing role in his plans – everything would be perfect, just like these beasts.

   The infected boy grinned even bigger and stood up, looking Walker in the eyes. He tilted his head, his teeth shiny with saliva. “Are you scared of me?”

   Walker didn’t respond. He had no reason to talk to his subject – their thoughts didn’t matter. They were the ones behind the bars, not him.

   “Actually,” The boy said, his voice melodic. “To me, you’re the one behind bars.”

   “Oh, right,” Anne sighed, glaring at the boy. “The change to the mental structure of the brain also allowed it to regain its abilities. He’s still able to read minds.”

   “Does the ability spread with the virus?” Walker asked hopefully, but Anne shook her head. “No. Only the base subjects have the abilities.”

   Walker sighed. “Anything else?”

   “Yes,” Anne said. “Two things, actually. One, is that because the subject’s brain is weak at average, the virus has taken over, so it has a stronger urge to spread. This will prove an advantage to us, especially when hit by women and children. Five out of ten people will have a weaker mental structure, resulting in an uncontrollable urge to spread the virus. The other half, however, will be able to control it.”

   “Good.” Walker said, grinning. The boy laughed. “Good.” He said mockingly.

   Walker and his second-in-command ignored the subject and turned, walking towards the exit. Behind them, the boy yelled, “We’ll serve you well! First we’ll bite everyone on earth, save you and your pet for last. Then we’ll devour every limb of your body and tear your flesh into bits as you cry for mercy!”

   The hallway behind them burst into a chaos of cheers and screams and shouts, all of the hundred infected subjects screaming at them, rattling the bars of their cell and thrashing around, creating as much noise as they could. Insane howls and yelps came from the infected subjects, hooting with their inmates. Walker smiled behind the security of his mask.

   Oh, what beautiful, deadly creatures he had created. The world would see his masterpieces, for sure. And the best of them all – well, he had plans for them. For the leader.

   “Wait.” Walker said as Anne reached for the security box beside the door. Her hand froze and she looked at him. “Yes?”

   “You said you had two things to tell me. What was the other one?”

   Anne grinned. “Right. Well, I was informed to tell you that subject 314, 307 and 315 have been found. They aren’t under our custody just yet, but we have people hunting them now. They killed one of our hunters already.”

   Walker nodded. He could care less about how many people died, as long as he got his leader back. “Good. How long until they’re captured?”

   Anne smiled. “Soon. Very soon.”  ------------------------------------------------
Haha! There's no Celeste, Daniel or Dylan in this one. This is about one of the bloodthirsty creators of the Institutes, Walker Finn, and his assistant Anne. What happens is that a Viral escapes where it's not supposed to, in the country that Walker is making 'human weapons' for, and starts to spread the virus, turning the world into a post-apocalyptic place. If things go as planned, of course, I don't want to set too many boundaries. So far that's all I've got, I hope you all like it!