04: Critical Mass

Moving with purpose, Raymond’s feet carried him up the stairs to the Executive wing, passed the conference room packed to capacity with potential buyers and into the lavish office floor of the higher-ups. Each step burned with determination and anger all centered on one person. “What the hell is this?” Raymond demanded, storming into Ericka’s office and tossing a handful of photos on her desk. Photos taken by his assistant who had the gall to defy her Project’s Supervisor and sneak back into a restricted area three nights ago.

“And a good morning to you too, Dr. Bell,” Ericka said, pushing the images to the side as she casually sipped from her morning tea.

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03: Deadly Vices

*Warning: Some NSFW ahead*

“Kenji, do you have the slides from Sample A ready?” Rylie asked, leaning over his station. “Kenji? Yo, Ken? Earth to Kenji!”

“Hmm, what?” he finally said, coming out of a daze as he realized he’d been staring blankly at her. “I’m sorry, yes I…um…one—one second.” He shuffled through a few test tubes on the counter beside his microscope before handing her a tray of vials with multiple colored liquids. “The documentation is on your desk. I finished it this morning but was still running a follow-up analysis on two of them. I should have that printout for you soon.”

“Thanks, Kenji. What would I do without you?”

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02: Setbacks

“Hey,” Rylie waved and rushed towards Raymond as he pushed his tray through the line. “Ham? Shouldn’t you be watching your sodium intake?”

“It’s fine, Rylie, one ham sandwich once a month is not gonna kill me.”

“Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she teased and grabbed a tray from the stack at the end of the counter. “So, I submitted the applications and I have bad news,” she sighed and slipped into the line behind him.

“Don’t tell me, you weren’t able to request additional test subjects?”

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01: Natural Selection

The clicking of heels on the pristine tile floors forewarned the laboratory of her arrival before the hermetic glass doors slid open. A pair of nyloned legs appeared in the doorway and just like roaches when the lights turn on everyone scattered to their stations, pretending to work on their assigned duties. Ericka Vanguard, the Vice President of BioCore Pharmaceuticals, entered the room. Her freshly ironed suit clung to her hips as she walked with purpose towards the terminal in back.

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Origin: Prologue

Let’s get something straight. The way movies and books depict the end of the world is nowhere close to how it actually happens. The media hypes it as a fiery end by the hands of your biblical deity come to clean house of all the sinners. But if the media knew then what we all know now…things would have ended much differently.

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