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Dust swirled in through the cracks of the barricaded window, the rays of sun that managed to peak into the abandoned house outspreading the gray floor with yellow whip like strands.
A woman sat quietly over stacks of yellowing paper that were messily spread on a desk satiated in the middle of the room, her teeth grinding together as she hastily scribbled notes on a playing card she found lying on the floor. She studied the molecular structure she inscribed over the ace of hearts. After three hundred failures this one was sure to work.
In theory, that is.
Her hands shook as she poured the blood sample onto her last clean glass disk. She took a small worn out pipette and with it sucked in some fluorescent green substance she had poured into a cracked coffee mug that had "1# Dad" written on it with big red capital letters.
Nowadays you couldn't find any decent chemistry equipment. Kathlyn thus had to exploit anything she found useful.
Careful not to spill a drop, she gently squeezed the plunger. A small droplet of shining green fluid wedged out onto the glass, turning the red fluid into a deadly orange tint.
As she placed another tablet over the orange fluid she pulled out her microscope out of her duffle bag with her free hand and placed it onto the desk, turning on a small night lamp she found a couple nights ago, aiming it onto the small oval mirror.
God, how she missed her old electron microscope. Before, she used to complain about the refraction of the electron beams being too slow to work with. And just look at her now…she had the possible solution of the R.O.C.K disease in a coffee cup.
With a quick movement she snapped the glass under the stage clips, turned the adjustment knob a few times and checked the base to see if it was stable on its three small legs.
Now all she had to do was look through eyepiece and see if it worked. Her palms were sweaty now, her knees quacking as she neared the microscope. Just one peek. Just one little peek.
….It just changed color. It just fucking changed color.
Shaking with anger, she backhanded the papers, microscope and all onto the dusty floor, screaming in rage at the bare walls.