#74: We Need a Sample

“Put your mask back on,” Kelsey commanded firmly, her tone brooking no argument. “We’re getting out of here. That’s final.” John countered, his voice tinged with urgency, “But think about it. If it’s a new type of algae or whatever it is, we need a sample. I’ll go grab one from the drain, seal it up, and we’ll be good to go.”

Vanessa interjected, her frustration evident, “Did you not just witness what happened on those tapes? We can’t afford to stay any longer. We need to leave—immediately.”