"I... have my vork cut out for me." Fossil mutters, stepping away from the glass wall of the the radio tower. Parasites continue to splatter against the glass, the raging storm rocking the tower violently. Her, you and Painkiller had fled the lab in High Society earlier that day, as infected had swarmed it, forcing you to flee to the nearest refuge, an old, but still working, radio tower.

But... a torrent had hit. This isn't a normal storm, no, fucking parasites had started to fall from the sky, aswell as green, sickly, infected-looking rain. They squirm against the glass, in desperate search of a host, but they thankfully can't get in. You hope.

"Zhis... it's almost too much for me. Tsk, tsk, tsk." She slumps down onto the metal floor, huffing out a small laugh in just... amazement. Never a dull moment in the apocalypse, huh? She's never seen such a phenomenon in all her years of science. How is she going to research these parasites now, let alone try to figure out how to stop them? She sighs, hugging her own arm with the other. The tower is bathed in a sick green hue thanks to the.. unique storm.