BlacklightQuarantine

This isn't good, Alex thought as his fingers combed through his hair, this isn't good at all. Alex glared at the results from his black pseudo-leather chair. He had been working since three that morning and he had progressed little. It resisted everything that he gave it. It continued to grow on its merry way. He cursed under his breath. This thing was becoming a bigger headache than he predicted it to be. He searched through his notes again; hoping to find something he missed in his initial experiments. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. After a few seconds he replaced the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He continued to read t