Eliot Dragova is apathetic and a diagnosed sociopath. She failed at being a doctor and failed at maintaining relationships. Just when she assumed she'd fail at everything else, the apocalypse hit and she found that her problems were never more usefu...
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Author's: Just letting everyone know, Rick and everyone doesn't come in until chapter six. One TWD character comes in on chapter 3 tho.
A bacteria's locomotion was an extraordinary thing from underneath a microscope. Just the smallest drop of water held hundreds upon hundreds of microscopic life and all of which I recognized. Cyanobacteria in pond water wasn't something new, but the slithering from in between bits of algae was nearly impossible to trace. I would try and disrupt it, but it would hide beneath it the moment I got a good look at its twisted little shape.
Droplets of sweat trailed over my nose, forcing me to wipe it away with the exposed skin between my gloves and the sleeve of my lab coat. My sigh had fogged up the lens, forcing me to straighten my back as the Atlanta heat slid beneath my skin without any consent. With the increasing summer air, and decreasing funding from the university, the room was a sauna. Not that Marty minded the heat since his lab was the only one that managed to stay the perfect degree of temperature, no matter the season. Since his tenure, it didn't seem to matter how many times I reported him for his dumb clown shoes and ugly overalls and disgusting habit of smelling like weed or cigars.
"I have back pain. It's medical," Marty would say. Or he'd defend the drugs with, "It opens my mind to true breakthroughs!" But perhaps it did. He was the one with tenure and I was only skating by, clocking in late due to make-believe traffic or my chronic case of 'my car wouldn't start'.
Fucking the director had it's benefits, even if I had to slip out every time before the sun rises so I wouldn't have to cuddle. If he minded the consequence ignoring of his existence the weeks after, he had yet to fire me for it. Without probable cause and with him being in a self-isolated quarantine much like many of the staff in the building, I was coasting by. The last thing we needed was someone with whatever pandemic that was circulating Atlanta to interfere with the research that we were all conducting. My grant and work visa definitely couldn't afford me to get sick. Neither could the vacation to California handle it either.
"There's nothing out of the ordinary," Diana said from over her own microscope. We had been looking through the sample that a student had brought over since he swore he'd never seen a microorganism like it before. He had taken photos, but his grades were far better than his photography.
"Fucking grad students," I muttered, stretching my arms over my head with a yawn. I grabbed the slide from beneath the stage clips, grabbing another without looking and taking a small droplet off my old slide and placing it on my new one. "I'll try to separate the algae. See what's underneath."
Diana only hummed, taking off her blue gloves and tossing them upon the black tabletops so she could check her phone. "Fuck," she muttered and I could hear the clicking keys from across the room, despite how often I begged her to put them on silence.
