Zargborf was investigating his daily human specimens when the contagion alarm began blaring. He turned around to find one of the specimens sitting up and coughing. The alien turned back and ran to the quarantine chamber at the end of the corridor. Zargborf ripped the emergency latch from the wall and the chamber door hissed open. Primgoo and Belldaree were already inside, and when he entered, they handed him a hazmat mask. They'd be waiting here until the contagion response team had cleared the facility.
Through the window they could see the hulking members stomping along the corridor. They had found the awake human, but they had stopped and it looked like they'd succumbed to a conversation with the being. Next they pointed in Zargborf's direction, and the human began walking his way, waving behind him in what his rudimentary understanding of human expressions had taught him seemed to be thanks. The human approached closer and closer, and Zargborf, Primgoo, and Belldaree grew tenser and tenser. The human walked right up to the chamber and the three inside were quaking in fear. Then he walked past, and a minute later they heard a flush through the walls of the quarantine chamber. Right, the bathroom was adjacent.
The human exited the lavatory, then returned to his designated examination station. After a cordial shake of appendages, the human lied back down on the table, and the contagion response guys gave him, and then the corridor, a quick spray with disinfectant. They left, and the contagion alarm shut off, indicating to the three in the quarantine chamber that they could safely exit. They resumed their duties, but with a heightened sense of worry. How could that have happened so easily?
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