Chapter 192: The Cure and The Brain
The man hunched over the microscope in front of him with the coke bottle glasses straightened his back so fast that I could hear the cracking of his spine from where I was standing. "Charles," hissed the balding, middle aged man. "You know better than to announce yourself like that! I could be in the middle of something delicate where I needed my entire focus. Startling me like that could very well end up with all of us dead!"
Charles, the man beside me, straightened his back as a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. "I’m sorry, Doctor," replied Charles, bowing until he was practically in half. "I brought you the Sergeant like you asked."
Doctor Comeau spun around fast as he looked over at our little group. His face went pale for a second before turning bright red with anger. "Who are all these people!?? This is a sterilized room! We can’t just have everyone tramping all over in here with their outside germs! What happens if they contaminate the samples?"
While the good doctor started on a brand new rampage, I went on an expedition of his lab.
On the far wall of the room stood a bunch of cages on shelves. There must have been over a hundred little white rats running around in their confines as they tried to get away. My eyes drifted over all the specimens until I found what was freaking out all the other rats.
In the far left cage was a rat that kept walking into the wall of its cage as it tried to get closer to its food source, only to be stopped by an invisible force field.
While the other rats were white with red eyes, this particular one was a muted green color with grey eyes and a chunk of its skull missing. It was adorable.
My eyes never left the cutie as I walked around more shelves and cages of other animals, including cats, dogs, ferrets, mice, rats, and even a gator. Half of the animals were green, and I don’t mean it was because they weren’t feeling well.
Opening the cage of the zombie rat, I picked him up by the fur on the back of his neck, only for that piece of skin to tear off from the pressure of me holding it up. Catching the falling creature with my other hand, I raised it up to my eye level. "So," I started, narrowing my eyes as I studied the rat. "Are you Pinky or Brain?"