Grunt wandered the colony alone. He checked on a few more patients, pretending to have any sort of idea of what he was doing. He mainly just wanted to see more of the victims. Valerie wasn’t lying when she said her father was one of the smallest, Grunt met a couple victims who were so large makeshift shelters had to be set up outside because they grew too large for the confines of their houses. The whole thing was confusing to Grunt, he felt feverish or at least the base of his neck was incredibly warm. It felt like the area where his helmet and suit met was running up against his skin and the irritation it was causing was well...irritating. He walked several feet behind a house near the out skirts and looked around. There’s no one here. He thought to himself I know they said it’s dangerous but my neck itches so much. If it’s airborne I should be fine as long as I hold my breath while my helmet is detached right? He hastily reasoned to himself. Before sense could return to him he took one more precautionary look around before inhaling deeply and then releasing the lock on his helmet, slightly lifting it up so he could slip his hand under his helmet and scratch his itch. He quickly redid the seal and then exhaled. His itch was gone, and he felt less feverish after that deep breath. Smiling to himself he figured it was time to get back to the Normandy.
After a short jog, Grunt found himself in the decontamination section of the ship. After a couple minutes the outside of his suit was completely disinfected, and the doors to the inside of the Normandy opened. He was surprised when he saw everyone else in the recreational area.
“....and that’s what I’ve found.” Mordin finished off a quickly spoken speech. Grunt blinked at the eyes that were now on him for interrupting. “Some of those guys are huge.” He said to the unentertained audience.
“Anyways, to refresh ourselves, and catch up the late comer, the disease thrives off testosterone which is why males are infected, a cure hasn’t even been started yet let alone created, and rapid creation of fat cells mostly happens when the victim is asleep. Did I get that?” Jacob asked.
“Precisely.” Mordin replied. “Lab will be set up tomorrow. Too late now. I’ll wake up early.” He prattled off as he headed towards the sleeping pods. Most of the others followed suit. Soon all that were left were Shepard, Wrex, Zaeed, Thane, Joker and Grunt.
“So it’s just making guys fat?” Joker said plainly.
“Yeah. Weird right?” Shepard responded. “We couldn’t find any plant or animal life that would even seem to cause that too.”
“Why don’t we just leave again? I have no desire to smother a bed with my ass.” Zaeed grunted.
“Quarantined remember? We technically shouldn’t be here. I don’t think you’d want to be in galactic prison either, or worse in galactic prison with a bed smothering ass. We could already be infected.” Thane mused.
“Impossible.” Wrex bellowed. “We had suits on, and respirators. Those things are state of the art, no way we’re infected.”
The conversation continued before the rest of the crew went to sleep. Little did they know the surprised that awaited them in the morning....
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