A series of unfortunate events...
In the grand scheme of things, the odds of having the necessary time line of events happening to ensure a rather interesting holiday was probably one in nine hundred billion. That on this particular week, on this particular day, Dr. Thorpes would be suffering from a slight fever that would elevate his body temperature just high enough to jump start a dormant bacteria, passed down from generation to generation, harmless though packed with lots of fun. This bacteria would be enough to cause him to sneeze, covering his work desk with his DNA (amongst other bodily fluids) that would mix with a certain strain of particular nastiness he had on a microscope slide that would otherwise be domant except for on that particular day the controlled temperature in the lab had risen four degrees, enough to cause a reaction between Dr. Thorpe's DNA, the bacteria and literally a dozen other minute but important factors. The odds of this happening and causing a mutant strain of an otherwise harmless experiment involving adrenaline and non human DNA were so great, so unbelievable, that Dr. Thorpe did not even consider the tickling in the back of his mouth or the sudden irritation of his skin a problem.
Let's assume that all these things, including Dr. Thorpe, was the catalyst for a rapid forming adrenaline booster that, although initially viral, quickly became transferable by bodily fluids because of Dr. Thorpe's fever. That Dr. Thorpe would now be the carrier, transmitter and host of this particular lethal mutant strain that in the days to follow would be the main story of the Nachton Times, CNN, MSNBC and any other news wire transmitting the good earth's news and that the entire city of Nachton would be subject to what the papers would call 'The Halloween Night of Flesh. If someone pulled Dr. Thorpe aside right now and whispered in his ear that he would be the cause of a massive infection that rivaled the bubonic plague in deaths or the flu in which the speed the disease would spread across the populace, he would probably laugh.
Dr. Thorpe suddenly became aware of his increasing need to itch his throat, so much so that when he pulled his fingers back, his nails were covered with blood. Shocked and dismayed, Dr. Thorpe moved quickly to the lab bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His hands busied themselves, wringing uncontrollably as he looked at the vicious marks his fingernails had left. His body itched all over and suddenly his hands were on fire. Looking down Dr. Thorpe stared in horror at the bloody mess that was his right hand and best friend.
Dr. Thorpe, Dr. Vincent Richard Thorpe, felt his throat close, effectively cutting his breathing down to a shallow whisper. He did not hear his assistant, Mary Whelan, walk into the lab calling his name. He did not notice her standing at the bathroom door, white as a sheet with her mouth opened in a terrified O. What he did notice was the smell of his own blood and how tasty the bit of his skin he had just put in his mouth was.
Miss Mary Whelan, Mary quite contrary, was not stupid. Without waiting a second longer she pushed herself back and towards the door but not to leave the lab - no she was already pretty certain that the bloodshot, red eyes of Dr. Thorpe had no intention of letting her leave so there was no point in actually trying to - no she was going for the lock down alarm that would seal herself in with the dear doctor. She made it to the lab door and without hesitating used her fist to break open the alarm glass and press the shiny red button - then she felt Dr. Thorpe's teeth on her shoulder blade. Later, as in two minutes later as she lay on the ground being eaten by dear Dr. Thorpe, she would wonder about the sudden tingle at the back of her neck and the full, enticing aroma of blood filling in the air. She would not, however, be concerned with the idiotic security guards that opened the sealed lab located well within the bowels of Duibne Industries, further giving life to Dr. Thorpe's mutated disease. No, she'd find the taste of said security guard quite delicious and that she was suddenly very hungry.