"That should do it. You sure we'd be fine?" Kevein said, putting down the large cardboard box in the tent… lots of white streamlined stuff inside.
Warm- humid.
And with a smell…
Not very pleasant.
"You do have a cure, right?" Kevein asked again. Slightly agitated.
It was kind of dark inside. They used to live here but these past two weeks, a lot of stuff happened and this room eventually became a secret workshop.
A workshop aimed at tormenting hundreds if not thousands.
"What sort of scientist just stops after making a disease? Of course, I have a cure." Gail shrugged. "But who'd have thought mycotoxins of all things would be this effective? The people sure have forgotten what go'ol' shrooms can do." He let out a snort.
He didn't like calling himself a scientist.
He really didn't.
But-
"I know right. They taste great too!" And kevein agreed.
Happily.
Actually-
Too happily?
