S.T.A.R.S., Reporting for Duty!

[starsescapist]

WHO: starsescapist, starspointman, starsmedic
WHAT: Immediately upon arriving in Desai, the STARS are on the job and heading to the morgue to see the body that was collected from the Tayon sewers.
WHERE: The morgue, located underneath Center City.
WHEN: Right after thisMorgues were never a happy place to go to. They always weirded Jill out, despite the training she's had and the

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[starspointman]

In his rational mind, Chris knows these bodies are already dead. Both from the massive damage to their heads and the fact that they haven't attacked anyone yet. But the survivor part of him is switching over to instinct, and his hand finds its way to the butt of the handgun on his thigh without Chris realizing it.

He takes a glance at the toe-tag (Mulberry, Howard S. Caucasian male, 31 y/o) on one of the bodies, then looks over to the coroner.

"We're gonna need to look at all of the autopsy reports on these guys, and Becky's probably gonna need to use a computer."

[starsmedic]

Becky nods, distractedly, already formulating what she wants to say in her head.

"A computer would be good," she says, resisting the urge to nervously put her hands on her face. She steps past Chris and Jill to lean over one of the bodies, peering at the skin and into the head wounds in particular.

"Well... virtually all strains of the pathogenesis we call the 'T-virus' have a common tendency to attack the host's glial and spinal cells first, which bears a closer resemblance to rabies than Ebola. Once they capture the glials they co-opt the body's natural nutritional balance and signal transmission to the nervous system, which is the chief reason for their... change in dietary habits." Becky says. She, on auto-pilot, reaches into her sidebag and grabs a pair of white latex gloves. "Have you taken a closer look at the viral glycoprotein envelopes or the cellular plasma membranes?"

Welcome to the wonderful world of biochemistry and viral warfare, ladies and gentlemen: wake-up call is at 6 sharp.

[starsescapist]

"Y-yes! Right away," the coroner says with a bit of a stutter and logs into the computer terminal on the nearby desk. The screen seemed to have shut off mid-task. There's a projection of the current slide on the microscope that's next to the computer: icky, icky brainmatter

[starspointman]

"Yeah, you're right." Chris says in agreement. He's standing next to Jill, looking over the papers with her. "I mean, I'm no virologist or anything, but from what I can see, this looks like classic T-Virus. Except for how goddamned fast it takes effect."

He reaches up and runs his hands through his hair, letting the hands stay there and rest on top of his head.

"What the Hell happened to these guys?"