The L.S.C. Project

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Three days have passed. Nobody dared to go outside in fear of what awaited them. The boy who was burned with the strange mist has been in quarantine since the incident.

Nobody knew anything about this strange new abiotic menace.

But that was the least of their problems.

While at first the powerful magnetic field that surrounded the moon seemed like something they could use to their advantage, it now proves to be more of a nuisance. The computers back on earth had miscalculated it's strength and now the structure of their base was slowly bending down to reach the curvature of the moon. The only solution seemed to be to place supports under the base to hold up their living quarters.

The problem is that nobody could get out of the base.

All of the spacesuits they were equipped with were the heavyweight deep space ones that were to be used on the shuttle, and the space between the moon's surface and the base is very slim.
Not to mention that the strange green mist was waiting for them beyond the door.
It's a good thing that the best and brightest minds humanity currently have to offer are all in the base.

They'll surely think of something.

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"What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"I got nothing, sir."

"Thanks for the news flash brainiac." The irritated general snapped. "Now does anyone else have some useful ideas?"

"Have we even tried to identify the mist yet?"

"I don't know, nobody has gone in or out of quarantine for days."

"Well then, let's go get some information."

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The door to quarantine was sealed tight with a red light shining above it instead of a safe green. The only way to communicate with quarantine while it's on lockdown is through the intercom, which can be just as dangerous as walking inside.
General Hawke approached the door and pressed the intercom button.
"Main control to quarantine, main control to quarantine."

Silence.

"Main control to quarantine, do you read?"

Silence still came from the other side.
The now worried general turned to his companions. "Nate, Anastasia, Wyatt, suit up. You are gonna have to go in."

The three looked at each other briefly in silence.

What could've gone so wrong in there?

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Ten minutes later and the three were ready to go with hazmat suits on.
The first door slowly opened and they stepped in. The heavy metal door closed behind them, and from the hallway you could just barely hear the main door open into the quarantine lab.

One second went by.

Two...

Three...

Four...

Fiv-

Screams of horror came through the intercom.
"What is going on in there?" Hawke inquired, getting more worried by the minute.

"D-dead!"

"What?"

"They're, ahem, they're all dead sir."

Inside the quarantine lab the three looked at the last three who had came in before them. The boy who had been infected with the mist was strapped down to a metal table. The parts of his legs where the mist had touched him were not only completely scorched, the green seemed to be eating it's way through the flesh straight to the bone.
Farther up the leg you could see where the scorch marks started to spread all the way up to his chest.
The doctors were in no better condition. There was green sploches all over their arms and faces, not just where they had touched them.
Wyatt turned to Anastasia with a scarring realization.

The disease was airborne.

With a careful hand, Nate turned to the computer to see what they had figured out about the disease before they died.

UNIDENTIFIED:

Viral infection caused by coming into contact with the [UNIDENTIFIED] green mist found on the moon Xzenofratz.
Extremely contagious.
[UNIDENTIFIED] virus is deadly.
After coming into contact with [UNIDENTIFIED], life expectancy is 42 hours.
Symptoms:
Large areas of burnt skin
A dark green pigmented color of the skin
Extreme pain on burnt skin
Nausea
Cure: