Contagious by Scott Sigler Page B
Authors: Scott Sigler
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, Thrillers, Horror, Murderers, Electronic Books, Fiction / Horror, Horror Fiction, Horror - General, American Horror Fiction, Neurobehavioral disorders, Parasites
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not build the gate, they did not need the template. That was good. That opened a new strategy. Because the new defender design didnt need a template, it could do something that the template-carrying embryos could notthe new design could reproduce.
The Orbital began modifying the next batch of seeds.
FUN WITH SNOWMOBILES
The Jewell family reunion was turning out to be a smashing success, and Donald Jewell couldnt have been happier.
Granted, there werent that many Jewells left.
Ma and Pa Jewell had gone to that big snowmobile trail in the sky. Ma five years ago, Pa less than six months later. They left behind their three children: Mary, Bobby and Donald.
Mary Jewell-Slater now lived in London with her husband. She couldnt exactly fly overseas to see the family every Christmas. She called.
That was enough.
Bobby Jewell now lived in Ma and Pas house. Hed married his college sweetie, Candice, and promptly kicked out a bundle of joy named Chelsea, a curly blonde seven years old and worldly-wise.
Donald, the eldest member of clan Jewell, had divorced his bitch of a wife, Hannah, four years earlier. Hannah won custody of Betty, then twelve, now sixteen and hotter than a five-dollar pistol. Hannah moved from their home in Gaylord, Michigan, to Atlanta, taking Betty far away from her family. The divorce stipulated that Donald got Betty for every other holiday. So the first Christmas with Hannah, then Donald and so on.
This was his second Christmas as a divorced father.
Donaldnow living in Pittsburghtalked to his daughter at least every other day on the phone. They also chatted on webcam, emailed and even wrote some old-fashioned letters. They were as tight as a father and daughter separated by seven hundred miles can be.
Mostly from a distance, hed watched his daughter grow from a gangly twelve-year-old into a stunning teenager who could have graced the cover of practically any magazine. She looked exactly like her mother, which annoyed Donald, because that made him hate Hannah just a little bit less.
He had thought he might be biased about his daughters looks, but when he showed pictures of her to his co-workers, their lewd hoots confirmed his fears. Those hoots had also, unfortunately, generated a couple of fights.
The same temper Hannah cited in the divorce papers hadnt gone away.
His court-appointed psychologist called it impulse-control problems.
The shrink prescribed pills. Donald lied and said he took them. Everyone was happy.
His baby girl was growing up fast, and he didnt want her to lose touch with her family. Thus the family reunion. A flight for Betty from Atlanta to Pittsburgh, then an eight-hour drive from Pittsburgh to Gaylord. Did they dread the drive? Nope, they got to talk the whole way up. Donald learned more about hot music, hot clothes, school gossip and backstabbing friends than he cared to, and he loved every minute of it.
Once she was back in Gaylord, the Southern Girl faded away and the Northern Girl came back to life. Betty hadnt been on a snowmobile in two years, yet she hadnt lost a step. In a white snowsuit on a blue snowmobile, she raced across an open field, with her father only fifty feet behind her and closing. Even over the roaring Arctic Cat engines and the whipping wind, Donald could hear her laughter. Lets see Hannah compete with this . Bobby was at least a hundred yards back. He just didnt have the aggression of Donald and, apparently, Betty.
Betty shouted something. Donald thought it was Try and catch me, old man , but he couldnt be sure.
Bobby owned this whole area. Some places in the world, twenty acres was considered an estate. Near Gaylord, Michigan, twenty acres was just called some land. Mostly old cornfields, along with tall green pines, skeletal winter oaks and birch stands. Bobby lived smack in the middle of it all in total isolationit took two minutes just to reach his house from the road.
Betty
The Orbital began modifying the next batch of seeds.
FUN WITH SNOWMOBILES
The Jewell family reunion was turning out to be a smashing success, and Donald Jewell couldnt have been happier.
Granted, there werent that many Jewells left.
Ma and Pa Jewell had gone to that big snowmobile trail in the sky. Ma five years ago, Pa less than six months later. They left behind their three children: Mary, Bobby and Donald.
Mary Jewell-Slater now lived in London with her husband. She couldnt exactly fly overseas to see the family every Christmas. She called.
That was enough.
Bobby Jewell now lived in Ma and Pas house. Hed married his college sweetie, Candice, and promptly kicked out a bundle of joy named Chelsea, a curly blonde seven years old and worldly-wise.
Donald, the eldest member of clan Jewell, had divorced his bitch of a wife, Hannah, four years earlier. Hannah won custody of Betty, then twelve, now sixteen and hotter than a five-dollar pistol. Hannah moved from their home in Gaylord, Michigan, to Atlanta, taking Betty far away from her family. The divorce stipulated that Donald got Betty for every other holiday. So the first Christmas with Hannah, then Donald and so on.
This was his second Christmas as a divorced father.
Donaldnow living in Pittsburghtalked to his daughter at least every other day on the phone. They also chatted on webcam, emailed and even wrote some old-fashioned letters. They were as tight as a father and daughter separated by seven hundred miles can be.
Mostly from a distance, hed watched his daughter grow from a gangly twelve-year-old into a stunning teenager who could have graced the cover of practically any magazine. She looked exactly like her mother, which annoyed Donald, because that made him hate Hannah just a little bit less.
He had thought he might be biased about his daughters looks, but when he showed pictures of her to his co-workers, their lewd hoots confirmed his fears. Those hoots had also, unfortunately, generated a couple of fights.
The same temper Hannah cited in the divorce papers hadnt gone away.
His court-appointed psychologist called it impulse-control problems.
The shrink prescribed pills. Donald lied and said he took them. Everyone was happy.
His baby girl was growing up fast, and he didnt want her to lose touch with her family. Thus the family reunion. A flight for Betty from Atlanta to Pittsburgh, then an eight-hour drive from Pittsburgh to Gaylord. Did they dread the drive? Nope, they got to talk the whole way up. Donald learned more about hot music, hot clothes, school gossip and backstabbing friends than he cared to, and he loved every minute of it.
Once she was back in Gaylord, the Southern Girl faded away and the Northern Girl came back to life. Betty hadnt been on a snowmobile in two years, yet she hadnt lost a step. In a white snowsuit on a blue snowmobile, she raced across an open field, with her father only fifty feet behind her and closing. Even over the roaring Arctic Cat engines and the whipping wind, Donald could hear her laughter. Lets see Hannah compete with this . Bobby was at least a hundred yards back. He just didnt have the aggression of Donald and, apparently, Betty.
Betty shouted something. Donald thought it was Try and catch me, old man , but he couldnt be sure.
Bobby owned this whole area. Some places in the world, twenty acres was considered an estate. Near Gaylord, Michigan, twenty acres was just called some land. Mostly old cornfields, along with tall green pines, skeletal winter oaks and birch stands. Bobby lived smack in the middle of it all in total isolationit took two minutes just to reach his house from the road.
Betty
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