RP: This can't be good Date: March 24, 2006 Characters: NPC - Milburn Powerski Location: The Shack Private/Public: Private Rating: G Warnings: None Summary: Milburn makes a nasty discovery
Milburn had been working non-stop since the outbreak began it seemed. He was tired, exhausted, worn out, but he couldn't stop working. Now that he was looking at the results, however, what he felt more than anything was fear. Well at least his results made sense, even if that sense was horrifying.
For weeks they'd known it looked like Dragon Pox, for weeks they'd tried to figure out what it was instead. Now looking at the image of the virus spelled up before him, he could see the truth. It was Dragon Pox. Only not normal Dragon Pox. No this one had - well not mutated - this one was altered. Magically altered. Which meant it was set lose on the town by choice.
Closing his eyes, Milburn tried to push the feeling of nausea away. People were dying. Children were dying, because someone (and it wasn't hard to figure out who this someone must be) had decided to strike them with a disease to which there was no cure.
Moving to his desk he sent his results to the rest of the Shack, but also to those working on trying to find a cure. Hopefully, they could now start finding one.