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Warning: gore and graphic deceptions
Lance was just sitting in his sell, knees hugged to his chest as he stared out into nothing. Life was boring inside of a plan white sell, the faint smell of bleach and something he couldn’t name (probably an alien cleaner he didn’t know about).
out side the cell…
All hell broke loose.
That same scientist Lance had dug his nails into had gone rouge. He started attacking everyone and everything in sight. The skin near the wound on his left cheek had black vine like veins spreading from the wounds and his eyes turned completely black. He ran after other crew members and attacked them, but didn’t quite kill them, just left them there before attacking the next Alien. And then the next.
The guards tried to get the scientist to stop, shooting at him multiple times but nothing worked, it was like he wasn’t in of control his own body.
Each alien the scientist attacked had become rouge as well. Attacking more people on the ship. It didn’t take long before the whole space craft was under this spell, attacking trash cans, attacking each other. Anything.
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it took hours before the Voltron had made to the infected space craft, had been called out to find out why a questionably large space ship wasn’t moving. They had to bust their way into the ship, immediately met with the sight of blood, black goop and dead alien bodies everywhere. Shiro crouched down to inspect the black goop, they’ve never seen anything like it before. It stuck to Shiro’s hand and started seeping into his skin until he shook it off and rubbed his fingers against his space suit. “What the fuck was that!?” Shiro exclaimed, the loud noise alerted nearby infections, a lot started running full speed towards them, snarling and growling loudly