The M .A. D Laboratories Complex ruled over the small island. Toxic smoke rose thickly to a bleak sky and everyday came sounds of explosions and blood curdling screams.
Dr. Lowbonic, returning from collecting new materials, breathed deeply the horrid air from the boat’s bow.
‘Almost home!’ he called, cheerfully.
Arriving, the Doctor left the unloading to the crew and hurried into the Laboratories reception area. The marble circle desk glittered in artificial light coming from the glass dome ceiling. The receptionist was typing away on an ancient computer.
‘Tell my assistants to prepare! I’ve found the key to bring back the dead!’ Lowbonic cried.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/10/24/26-october-2018/ with thanks).