Story of Bob

Chapter 2

Previously, Bob had deep remorse due to the pandemic of the virus which got unleashed due to him mishandling it. He was busy meditating and suddenly a voice called out to him , 'Bob, Bob. Arise thyself from thine regrets and set things right. You are not a fool'  . Bob finally departed the hazy world of regret he was wandering in for two weeks.

Bob opened his bright, emerald eyes. The colours of the room were a spectacle after being in the dark for a time.  He arose from his spot and put on his slippers, walking out of his room. He closed his ebony door and departed with a new conviction, changing to become a man on a mission.

Bob left the house, ready for work and fulfill his mission: to mend the world of his grave error.

Bob entered the workplace, that being his laboratory. To begin the work, he wore his doctor's coat and goggle and set to research.

The time he spent in the lab, he was busy dividing the mutant virus into samples and began using them as a test on diverse testing subjects such as bacteria, cells and organisms. Hours and hours he worked his body and mind off, burning his energy to the tip of the top.

Bob's only company was his pet lizard which was his only light. Nobody was there to help him since today was Worker's Day. Neither was the assistant available, which was true irony at its prime.

It was one dark stormy night . Stallions of wind rushed across the skies. Tree roots clinging firm to the ground under the trials of the forces of the winds. Leaves clinging onto the tree branches for dear life.  Streets lights went out expanding the void of darkness.  Vehicles congested across the roads and frustrated drivers raging, hooting and cursing while the malfunctioning traffic lights were struggling to please and avert their fury.

Lights went out in the laboratory but Bob still continued despite the fact that he was close to lethargy. He placed the experiments and solutions in different places in the candlelight. Checking the time, he realised that it was nearing midnight and started to depart the lab office.

Unexpectedly, the ceiling broke. Shadow figures rushed towards Bob's direction and firmly gripped his arms. Bob resisted and broke free after a tough wrestling match plus a remaining left of tenacity. Attempting to flee, he intended to go home and have a good night's rest. Unfortunately, he was dragged out of the door and thrown into the police car.

Muscles paining, heart pumping hard. Energy low. 

Closing his eyes, Bob thought to himself, At least I did my best to do what is right. I  tried my very best to absolve myself of my sin and set things right.  To conclude to all, as for my mission: that wasn't very successful.