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>It wasn't the best start to the day for you.
>Not because you had to go to work but because you got sick.
>You were a manly man, and you got the manliest man flu to ever man flu.
>You felt like shit, barely able to breathe with your nose being like a Niagara Falls of snot.
>Thankfully you didn't have to worry about having to be online, as is the case in gridlock again.
>The detective forgot to inform the EPA, and now there are 4 feds arguing over if the police have the right to destroy a part of the forest in hopes of luring out a tree ghost.
>You were just glad that the ATF didn't show up to kill the Houndoom at some point.
>You knew one fire type.
>The problem was that she wasn't exactly fit for the task at hand.
>Either way, unless you found another Fire type, Houndoom was your best bet at luring that thing out.
>You heard your doorbell ringing.
>You were lying on the living room couch so you could see through the window who it was if you slightly leaned over.
>A guy in a hazmat suit.
>It was the CDC again.
>"Comming!" you said as clearly and loudly as you could.
>Your throat started aching from it.
>You opened the door.
>"I'm from the CDC. Moss sent me to check on you," said the agent at your door.
>"Moss? Ah, right, Moss. I assume he didn't send you with some chicken soup?" you said.
>"Unfortunately chicken soup isn't part of our policy. I've come to collect blood samples from you," replied the agent.
>"Let me guess, to check if I don't display any symptoms of turning? Ehh... Fine, make yourself at home," you invited the agent in.
>It didn't take long for him to disinfect your skin and jab the needle into your arm to collect some blood.
>"You know? I and Moss made a bet about if you were still human before I showed up here," he said with a jolly expression.
>"Yeah who won?" you asked.
>"Me," he replied, smiling.
>"Moss really thought I'd turned by now?" you asked.
>"He is getting tired of nothing ever happening," he replied.