dark,
both ready and scared to death. I swung open the door, and we both
charged into the front yard screaming with weapons drawn, and
prepared for anything that might come our way. We stopped in the
middle of the yard, screaming battle cries. We spun around, ready to
kill enemies from any direction, “Ah-hhhhhh!” I screamed, as we
were attacked on all sides, by silence. There was nobody. Standing
there alone with Chevy, I felt a little foolish. Even Mrs. McCarthy
was gone. The only thing that remained of her was black ooze stains
she left behind in the street. “So which way should we go?” Chevy
asked, as he kept his eyes watchful for continuing threats. “I say
we make a beeline to their house, cut through backyards and only
cross the roads when they’re clear.” Chevy agreed with a single
nod. We crept through our yard and made it to Chevy’s truck. We
took up position behind one of the huge tires. I got down on my belly
and shimmied under the truck, peering out to see if there was anyone
coming from either direction. As I scanned the road, I thought I
heard Chevy say, “Don’t worry old girl. I’ll be back for you as
soon as I can.”
I couldn’t help but
giggle, “Are you talking to your truck?” I crawled out from under
the truck and looked up at Chevy.
“No! I wasn’t
talking to my truck! I was talking to you, and you must have misheard
me.” Chevy complained.
“If that’s the
case, then why did you call me old girl?” I asked, now grinning
from ear to ear. “Damn, Ty! You’re being a jerk! Now is the road
clear or not?” Unable to hold it any longer, my smile turned into a
full fledge laugh. Chevy walked away, headed for the street pissed
off. “Wait for me! You don’t want to leave me, your old girl,
behind do you?” Chevy kept walking without looking back. For the
next ten minutes, we walked in silence. Oops.
Chapter 21
October 10th 1:45pm
After not sleeping for
days, Dr. Marcil took off his glasses setting them on the counter
next to him. While reaching up to rub his eyes, he called out to
MARIA. “Yes, Dr. Marcil is there something I may assist you with?”
the voice squawked. “MARIA, please locate Dr. Simone and Colonel
Aiken. Ask them if they would be so kind as to meet me in the lab?”
Dr. Marcil put his glasses back on and turned the flame off from
under the 1,000 ml flask. The dark red rapidly bubbling liquid began
to slow. The doctor removed the flask and gently swirled the inner
contents looking for uniformity. He was setting the cooling liquid
back on the stand as Sophie and Bob walked in.
“What do we have here
Doctor?” Bob inquired as he admired the red swirling fluid. “That’s
it!” Dr. Marcil cheered. “I’m calling it Emapp, and it’s
ready for testing!”
He poured a few
milliliters into a smaller beaker, using those contents to fill a
syringe.
Dr. Marcil capped the
syringe and handed it to Bob. He studied the syringe and then looked
up at Dr. Marcil. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked,
holding up the needle. “It’s your job to test it, Colonel.” Bob
gave the doctor an, are you crazy look, and threw the syringe on the
counter, “I’m not sticking that thing in my arm! Remember what
happened to Miranda!”
Dr. Marcil, now
slightly offended said, “It’s not for you, Sir. It's for you to
give to a sick person.” “Where the hell am I supposed to find a
sick person? The hospitals and city have been overrun with the dead,
and you expect me to go out there and find someone that’s showing
symptoms?” Sophie stepped in between the two men, “It’s time
for you both to put your penises away! We’re scientists. We need to
put our heads together and figure this thing out!” Bob interrupted
Sophie’s lecture, “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the
one who has to go out there and find a symptomatic person! You can
just lock yourself in your nice and safe protected laboratory while
the world out there dies around
both ready and scared to death. I swung open the door, and we both
charged into the front yard screaming with weapons drawn, and
prepared for anything that might come our way. We stopped in the
middle of the yard, screaming battle cries. We spun around, ready to
kill enemies from any direction, “Ah-hhhhhh!” I screamed, as we
were attacked on all sides, by silence. There was nobody. Standing
there alone with Chevy, I felt a little foolish. Even Mrs. McCarthy
was gone. The only thing that remained of her was black ooze stains
she left behind in the street. “So which way should we go?” Chevy
asked, as he kept his eyes watchful for continuing threats. “I say
we make a beeline to their house, cut through backyards and only
cross the roads when they’re clear.” Chevy agreed with a single
nod. We crept through our yard and made it to Chevy’s truck. We
took up position behind one of the huge tires. I got down on my belly
and shimmied under the truck, peering out to see if there was anyone
coming from either direction. As I scanned the road, I thought I
heard Chevy say, “Don’t worry old girl. I’ll be back for you as
soon as I can.”
I couldn’t help but
giggle, “Are you talking to your truck?” I crawled out from under
the truck and looked up at Chevy.
“No! I wasn’t
talking to my truck! I was talking to you, and you must have misheard
me.” Chevy complained.
“If that’s the
case, then why did you call me old girl?” I asked, now grinning
from ear to ear. “Damn, Ty! You’re being a jerk! Now is the road
clear or not?” Unable to hold it any longer, my smile turned into a
full fledge laugh. Chevy walked away, headed for the street pissed
off. “Wait for me! You don’t want to leave me, your old girl,
behind do you?” Chevy kept walking without looking back. For the
next ten minutes, we walked in silence. Oops.
Chapter 21
October 10th 1:45pm
After not sleeping for
days, Dr. Marcil took off his glasses setting them on the counter
next to him. While reaching up to rub his eyes, he called out to
MARIA. “Yes, Dr. Marcil is there something I may assist you with?”
the voice squawked. “MARIA, please locate Dr. Simone and Colonel
Aiken. Ask them if they would be so kind as to meet me in the lab?”
Dr. Marcil put his glasses back on and turned the flame off from
under the 1,000 ml flask. The dark red rapidly bubbling liquid began
to slow. The doctor removed the flask and gently swirled the inner
contents looking for uniformity. He was setting the cooling liquid
back on the stand as Sophie and Bob walked in.
“What do we have here
Doctor?” Bob inquired as he admired the red swirling fluid. “That’s
it!” Dr. Marcil cheered. “I’m calling it Emapp, and it’s
ready for testing!”
He poured a few
milliliters into a smaller beaker, using those contents to fill a
syringe.
Dr. Marcil capped the
syringe and handed it to Bob. He studied the syringe and then looked
up at Dr. Marcil. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked,
holding up the needle. “It’s your job to test it, Colonel.” Bob
gave the doctor an, are you crazy look, and threw the syringe on the
counter, “I’m not sticking that thing in my arm! Remember what
happened to Miranda!”
Dr. Marcil, now
slightly offended said, “It’s not for you, Sir. It's for you to
give to a sick person.” “Where the hell am I supposed to find a
sick person? The hospitals and city have been overrun with the dead,
and you expect me to go out there and find someone that’s showing
symptoms?” Sophie stepped in between the two men, “It’s time
for you both to put your penises away! We’re scientists. We need to
put our heads together and figure this thing out!” Bob interrupted
Sophie’s lecture, “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the
one who has to go out there and find a symptomatic person! You can
just lock yourself in your nice and safe protected laboratory while
the world out there dies around
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