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Post by Smooth Criminal on Mar 15, 2019 6:13:20 GMT
The production of Phumenol was something that Japan was waiting for, that the world was waiting for, for years. A wonder drug that was meant to dispel any signs of asthma, made from cordyceps, a well known fungal parasite that took over host insects. It was also used for years in the treatment of asthma in the east. Nothing was particularly out-of-sorts when they were fixing up a cure, until coming across a mutated strain of cordyceps that had appeared normal and natural. There was no way to know that what had happened to it wasn’t natural, especially when all tests of the new drug Phumenol had proven to be 100% safe.
The treatment was tested in several phases. One week post-use, Two-weeks post-use, another two weeks post-use, one-month post-use, two months post-use, and three months post use. Overall for a time of six months. No symptoms had shown up aside from the normal default things that people naturally experience, such as constipation, skin rash or dermatitis, diarrhea, dizziness, drowsiness, dry mouth, headache, and insomnia, so production had come into circulation at the seventh month, though at that time all people involved were unaware that the mutated cordyceps had managed to alter the DNA of its host’s body. It had increased the host’s libido, and pheromones, which had resulted in people being drawn to the host, and the host going through a phase that had seemed beyond lucky.
The initial spread of the infection was different from each of the first hosts, once they had spread it to others, it took them 2 years to fully grow with the fungal infection, for them to know that they were monsters, but the other people that they had infected had gone through a transformation within a matter of months, cannibalizing each other out of necessity for nutrition, causing chaos and panic to sweep over Japan, warnings had gone out to the citizens about finding shelter, buying firearms, and finding a way to keep themselves protected from the infected.
For the longest time a small government ran company had taken over on experimentations for a cure to this horrible infection, and to a certain point they had succeeded, altering infected patients from the fungal infection, however their DNA was still altered, and unable to be completely driven back, thus causing them to turn into another form of infected with much more mutations than just fungal aspects to them. These alternate infected were faster, and fed in an aggressive manner, their vision wasn’t as impaired as the fungal infected, however, they were smarter, they were faster, and they were deadlier.
The original researcher, Wakaba Isshiki, had been turned by one of the alternate infected in one of her own experiments to try and cure them, and now the only hope for a cure to either strain of these infections lies in the hands of Tae Takemi.
With this Pandemic on the rise, how will the world pick itself up? Or will it fall to shambles in the wake of these infected creatures?
In a matter of just a few years, the outbreak had set the planet on a full-fledged course for ruination. Tokyo especially was no longer safe. Much of the diverse populace had already fallen victim to the outbreak. If they hadn't? Then they were either hiding or out there fighting for their lives. Whatever the case may be, it didn't make much of a difference anymore. Why did this all happen? Was it just science gone haywire, or divine condemnation at the hands of God himself? ...Nah! She didn't believe in that stuff. Never did, probably never will.[break][break]
Regardless of whatever happened above ground, she would be safe. That was the important thing. Sure, it might sound selfish... but she didn't have anyone else to protect. Going out of her way for the sake of humanity wasn't really in her nature either. Besides! Her mother built this place just for them... no one else.[break][break]
Legs crossed in her seat, Futaba slouched forward, carefully going over inventory data. Keeping record of her resources was imperative. Even if the bunker doubled as a solar-powered greenhouse, she was bound to run out of something eventually. Honestly, the thought scared her... because it would take way more courage than she could muster to leave her solitary haven. Anything that she didn't have direct control over made her crazy nervous. She was a small girl, none too physically capable. Didn't have much aptitude beyond the realm of technology. But, she was clever enough to use her limited capabilities to her advantage![break][break]
Spectacles are motioned in simple adjustment via her index finger. With her current rations, she should be good to go for another 5 years. And that wasn't even including the steady increase of consumables thanks to solar energy and natural preservatives! The perks of hosting your own secret garden of survival, she thought.[break][break]
"Water? Check... Food? Still good. And so, Futaba Sakura will live to see another day!" She carelessly slaps her documents back onto her desk. Not like the surface wasn't already totally cluttered. Scattered folders and papers covered much of the surface area, some having taken refuge on the floor as well. Let it be noted that she did have a nifty filing cabinet alongside her workspace! She just didn't take advantage of it as well as she should... Organizing in 3D wasn't as convenient as it was in a virtual setting. She'd worry about her bad habits when her mom's dinosaur computer finally crashed.[break][break]
The ginger techie leaned against the back of her chair, head tilted backwards to examine the lifeless clock behind her. She had neglected to put new batteries in it. Even then, she'd have to guess the time of day to set it back on course... she vaguely kept track of the time that passed, using hand-drawn, makeshift calendars. When she started out, she took everything so seriously; Always diligent, always on-track. Nowadays, she'd resorted to sloth. Maybe she was just a lazy teenager. Maybe she'd already given up. Hands folded across her empty stomach, to which Futaba closed her eyes, and tried to remember the taste of her mom's curry.[break][break]
"Guess that's kinda inaccurate, huh? I haven't seen daylight in so long that I've forgotten what it's like." When all of this began — before her mom became one of them — she was a lot more... passionate. She placed so much faith into the parent that had always assured her that she'd figure things out. Before she could solve the problem she played a hand in creating, however, she succumbed to the very infection she was trying to cure. To her only child, she left every possible tool for survival that could be made through human technology: a self-sustaining shelter, the means to dispel the infection should it ever enter said shelter, and all of her lifelong research in the form of physical and virtual documentation. For a little while, Futaba thought that maybe, she could pick up where her mother had left off! If she had her research, then there had to be something she could do, right?[break][break]
Not exactly. This bunker was meant to provide safety, not function as a laboratory or research facility. So, after enough time had passed, Futaba ceased looking for her own answers. Furthermore, she eventually stopped caring about everything else along with it... the state of the world, and her quality of life. Eventually, it kind of hit home that this bunker would be her tomb. Even if she had enough to sustain herself, she'd likely just grow old here and die. So, what was the point in caring? What was the point in leaving?[break][break]
She slowly spins in her chair, turning to face the ladder that she hadn't touched since she entered this place. Quietly, and totally still, she examines the gas mask hanging alongside it. Beside that, a shovel. It was probably meant to be brandished as a weapon, just in case... but unless someone from the outside managed to find her, she wouldn't have to worry about using it. Her knees are pulled inward into her chest, limbs curling around them like an extra security measure. For whatever reason, the constrained position made her feel more comfortable.[break][break]
Post by Resistance is Futile on Apr 17, 2019 21:46:16 GMT
he situation on the outside was just as dismal as it had been for weeks now, ever since those pesky side effects reared their ugly heads. And I never heard the end of it from Dr. Wakaba, but when was that news? If it wasn’t for that brilliant mind of hers, I’d never have tolerated her constant nagging. Not only did she have a habit of questioning my better judgments, but she was one of the very few that had the nerve to challenge me. As things stand now however, the only personal left are by far the most incompetent.
“Subject is contained for now, um we don’t know how long though. The security team thinks that it’s best to get rid of it, it’s far too dangerous…and there's no telling how long it’ll remain in stable condition.” A man with a very stylish bowl cut and a pair of expensive looking spectacles was speaking in a low tone with traces of frantic worry. “Of course, why not prep it for the incinerator! There’s a fantastic idea, we can always get another….why there are billions outside….ah wait wasn’t that how this one started I forget?” I saw no need to preserve this mans confidence nor his ‘feelings' empathy had no place in the scientific setting and right now, it was the last thing we needed. “In a world that has changed, we are no longer at the top of the food chain Mr.Hyun. Mother nature will take back what is hers because of our error, but I don’t intend to just roll over and let it happen. If that makes me misogynistic then so be it. But I’ll be damned if I let a woman, be it figurative or not, take the reigns from me. Which means it is in our best interests to preserve the subject above all else!”
It wasn’t long before I found myself at the entrance to my office, I had only taken a glance over at the researcher but that was all that I needed to verify I had made my point. His posture sagged like an airbag that had lost the pressure keeping it upright. “Of course Dr. Shido….I just wanted to be sure was all. Everyone in the laboratory has been working nonstop on a miracle that seems like nothing but a pipe dream. They're tense….and all the pressure falls on me. I’m not sure what to do exactly.”
Putting my fingers in a slight grip along the handle I stared ahead, frustration at this point was an understatement. “I’m not Dr. Isshiki….nor am I your parent. But I will give you a pro tip, either grow a pair and prove that you hold the competence to be here. Or reconsider your position along with your career.” With that, I dismissed myself to the confines of my office allowing the door to shut quietly behind me.
There were more important matters to focus on and this replacement for my second was starting to reveal his limitations. So not only did I lack a competent partner, I lacked any leads on a solution to the Phumenol problem. After standing in the vacant office for a moment I decided to allow myself a chance to decompress, plopping into my chair and exhaling. Clipping my forefinger and thumb to the bridge of my nose for a moment I pondered on how it all went to shit so suddenly. We had such promise, the trials were all cleared, the fungus had been treated and still, those people got sick. And the feeling of guilt my second had instilled in me is ever present in the back of my mind.
My elbow made direct contact with the mahogany wood of my desk, resulting in a loud bang that was complimented by my keyboard. This series of reactions resulted in the illumination of the LED screen of my desktop. Opening up to an anonymous email I had received several hours prior to the containment incident.
“It seems like whatever this plague matter is about….it's the only semblance of a lead I have left…”
✎ 0000 words
There is no need for thieves in my mighty country... Only myself and the ones who revere me are needed.
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