Somewhere in the year 2089, a virus broke out called Skyrofym*. The research lab known as CELL CORPS was responsible for this mishap.
"Please be alert! This is not a drill!!! Virus number 23046 has been stolen!" The static voice warned the people through a big speaker mounted on an army truck passing through the streets of New York
"You seem to have gotten here quickly, my friend; I got some drugs here, even selling that Skyro shit if you know what I mean, hahaha!" The drug dealer started laughing at the name. "Skyrofym! What the fuck is that kind of name?! Do you dig?"
"Yeah, sure, but I just need one shot of the thing, and I'm ready to kick ass again!" The man told the drug dealer.
"Okay, buddy, that will be 200 Techa*." The drug dealer told the customer.
"You got it, buddy." The man paid him and injected promptly himself with the Skyrofym.
A few hours later at CELL CORPS....
"Lisa, why aren't my men back yet?!" Cell asked Lisa, who works on the computer a lot. She had blonde hair. She was also filing her nails as well. She looked over at the door and sighed a bit glaring at him.
"Mr. Cell, they will be back, rest assured, okay? We need to stop this virus from spreading."
"It already has, Lisa, it already has..." Cell said, walking out to the break room and lighting himself a cigarette, the glow of the cigarette casting a shadow around him. "Why does it have to be this lab? We had a great FUCKING rep. until that damned virus screwed it all up. Fuck my stupid ass dad. We'll be assured that this isn't the end of CELL CORPORATIONS." Cell threw the cigarette away and put his white science jacket on then went outside for a walk in the infested New York City streets.
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Science Fiction"This just in! A highly lethal virus known only as Skyrofym has been stolen! We don't know who stole it but only know that it was a group of men who wore bill hats and gasmasks along with tactical vests! This virus is seemed highly dangerous and it'...
