Florescent lights showed in a clean grisly detail what sickness was capable of.
The clink of a scalpel brushing up against claps was really the only sound inside the air-tight room beside the soft hum of the lights. Dressed from head to toe in a special biohazard surgeon’s uniform along with his own variation of chakra shields that constantly kept regenerating his immune system just in case was a scientist given the rare opportunity to show off his extensive knowledge once again; only a little bit more applied this time.
Once again Tama was pulled away from his own precious research to serve the Village. The man was shoulder thick into his research, and you literally had to wade through the mess of books and scattered research notes to even get anywhere. A large tome was set before him now being held up by a large pedestal as he neared the completion of his thesis. The Ryuu was already forced to add at least a hundred more pages to the book, and it was within the middle of these extra pages he was placing the final, and perhaps the most important, chapter down to ink when a knock at his door all but jarred him. After a heated exchange with the new messenger, since the near death of the last one put a strange paranoia in him, he finally agreed to put his research down for at least an hour to come help.
Six hours later and here he was.
It was a fascinating little virus though the scientist thought to himself as he removed the liver of the latest corpse sent to him. It was a nasty little sickness that attacked the liver the strongest and the lungs second. Most of the victims so far had been the elderly and it wasn’t a sign for concern just quite yet as most epidemics kill off the elderly first anyways; when the young started dropping was when you panic.
Slowly the scientist carefully transferred the liver of this man onto a clean table where he sliced a bit off, placed between two sheets of glass and placed inside of a plastic bag. Pulling a switch made the table sink where the bag was and roll out into the safe zone beyond the glass wall.
Tama was eager to get out of the closed in room because even with his suit, the smell was near unbearable. The extra stink from the bodies clued him that the cure might be processed from where the worm virus attacked the hardest – the liver. Walking up to the table and grabbing the bag along the way he prepared his mind to categorize everything he was going to need to remember to create a cure. Slapping on some gloves he reached into the bag to remove the specimen, he slipped the glass under the microscope and began to study.
[WC=482]
[Mission Complete]
The clink of a scalpel brushing up against claps was really the only sound inside the air-tight room beside the soft hum of the lights. Dressed from head to toe in a special biohazard surgeon’s uniform along with his own variation of chakra shields that constantly kept regenerating his immune system just in case was a scientist given the rare opportunity to show off his extensive knowledge once again; only a little bit more applied this time.
Once again Tama was pulled away from his own precious research to serve the Village. The man was shoulder thick into his research, and you literally had to wade through the mess of books and scattered research notes to even get anywhere. A large tome was set before him now being held up by a large pedestal as he neared the completion of his thesis. The Ryuu was already forced to add at least a hundred more pages to the book, and it was within the middle of these extra pages he was placing the final, and perhaps the most important, chapter down to ink when a knock at his door all but jarred him. After a heated exchange with the new messenger, since the near death of the last one put a strange paranoia in him, he finally agreed to put his research down for at least an hour to come help.
Six hours later and here he was.
It was a fascinating little virus though the scientist thought to himself as he removed the liver of the latest corpse sent to him. It was a nasty little sickness that attacked the liver the strongest and the lungs second. Most of the victims so far had been the elderly and it wasn’t a sign for concern just quite yet as most epidemics kill off the elderly first anyways; when the young started dropping was when you panic.
Slowly the scientist carefully transferred the liver of this man onto a clean table where he sliced a bit off, placed between two sheets of glass and placed inside of a plastic bag. Pulling a switch made the table sink where the bag was and roll out into the safe zone beyond the glass wall.
Tama was eager to get out of the closed in room because even with his suit, the smell was near unbearable. The extra stink from the bodies clued him that the cure might be processed from where the worm virus attacked the hardest – the liver. Walking up to the table and grabbing the bag along the way he prepared his mind to categorize everything he was going to need to remember to create a cure. Slapping on some gloves he reached into the bag to remove the specimen, he slipped the glass under the microscope and began to study.
[WC=482]
[Mission Complete]