you!” Sophie’s eyes began to fill
with tears, and she stormed out of the room. Bob went to chase after
her, but stopped when Dr. Marcil grabbed onto his arm. “Colonel,
you need to let her go. She’ll be fine. I’m sorry for being blunt
before. I too, am under a great deal of stress, I blame myself for
everything that’s happened. I understand your predicament. It may
be a difficult task acquiring a symptomatic patient who hasn’t been
drinking water. It might very well be an impossible task, but you
have to try.” Silence fell over the men as they searched their
heads for a solution. The speaker above their heads clicked on, and
MARIA came to life, “Colonel Aiken and Dr. Marcil, Dr. Simone would
like you both to meet her outside of the isolation room.” The two
men made their way through the maze of security doors and keypads,
finally reaching the isolation ward. They entered to find Sophie
sealed in one of the glass isolation rooms. Sophie held down the
button on the intercom, “Gentlemen, please don’t attempt to open
the door. I have infected myself with Miranda’s strain of the
virus. It’s already attaching itself to my cells and without
treatment, I will begin showing symptoms in 24 hours. If our
calculations are right, administering ZMapp would essentially kill
me, and reanimate me into one of the dead. In theory Doctor, this”
Sophie held up the syringe filled with Dr. Marcil’s new Emapp
serum, “should save me and prevent any onset of symptoms.” Bob
slapped both of his hands against the glass wall, “Sophie! Why?”
he screamed. “We could have figured something out!” Sophie walked
over to Bob, and put her hands on his, separated by the glass, “I
am sorry, Bob. This is the only way.” Sophie leaned in and kissed
the glass between Bob’s hands. He moved in and kissed her back. A
tear rolled down Sophie’s cheek. Bob's mouth opened to say
something, but nothing came out. Sophie reached down to the gurney,
grabbed the syringe and thrust it into her arm before either of the
men could say anything. The red liquid vanished into Sophie’s vein.
She removed the syringe and sat down on the gurney, “It’s done
gentlemen!” Both men’s heads dropped, knowing inside that it had
to be done and cursing themselves for not having the courage to do
it. “Gentlemen, if the serum produces any adverse effects, we
should know in the next three hours. In the meantime, if you’ll
both excuse me, I’d like to get a little sleep.
Chapter 22
October 11th 10:45pm
The darkness gave way
to street lights as Sidara Cruel passed into the Plattsburgh City
limits. A town she had never heard of. Sidara felt like she was
walking through a ginger haze. The orange color of the high pressure
sodium street lights tainted the darkness surrounding her. Sidara had
been on the back roads trying to escape her Potsdam dorm room in a
stolen vehicle. Now, lost and out of gas, just a few miles away
wasn’t helping her situation. She was starving, needed a smoke, and
a warm place to sleep until she could boost another car in the
morning. Sidara had stolen the car six hours earlier after being
attacked by her roommate and half the Potsdam campus. She knew of the
Ebola outbreak, but couldn’t understand why all of her dead
classmates were coming back to life eating everyone they could find.
She packed a bag, stole a car, and got off the campus as fast as she
could.
She found herself
stopping ten miles outside of Plattsburgh. She had come across a
Humvee that had crashed and was laying on its side. The vehicle was
deserted, so Sidara took a chance searching the Humvee, looking for
supplies that might help her on her journey.
She left her mother and
thirteen-year-old sister in Virginia to go to college. She didn’t
like the idea of being so far away, but it was hard to say no to a
full academic scholarship. Now her mission was to get back there, to
take care of her mom and sister.
She was just about out
of gas and
with tears, and she stormed out of the room. Bob went to chase after
her, but stopped when Dr. Marcil grabbed onto his arm. “Colonel,
you need to let her go. She’ll be fine. I’m sorry for being blunt
before. I too, am under a great deal of stress, I blame myself for
everything that’s happened. I understand your predicament. It may
be a difficult task acquiring a symptomatic patient who hasn’t been
drinking water. It might very well be an impossible task, but you
have to try.” Silence fell over the men as they searched their
heads for a solution. The speaker above their heads clicked on, and
MARIA came to life, “Colonel Aiken and Dr. Marcil, Dr. Simone would
like you both to meet her outside of the isolation room.” The two
men made their way through the maze of security doors and keypads,
finally reaching the isolation ward. They entered to find Sophie
sealed in one of the glass isolation rooms. Sophie held down the
button on the intercom, “Gentlemen, please don’t attempt to open
the door. I have infected myself with Miranda’s strain of the
virus. It’s already attaching itself to my cells and without
treatment, I will begin showing symptoms in 24 hours. If our
calculations are right, administering ZMapp would essentially kill
me, and reanimate me into one of the dead. In theory Doctor, this”
Sophie held up the syringe filled with Dr. Marcil’s new Emapp
serum, “should save me and prevent any onset of symptoms.” Bob
slapped both of his hands against the glass wall, “Sophie! Why?”
he screamed. “We could have figured something out!” Sophie walked
over to Bob, and put her hands on his, separated by the glass, “I
am sorry, Bob. This is the only way.” Sophie leaned in and kissed
the glass between Bob’s hands. He moved in and kissed her back. A
tear rolled down Sophie’s cheek. Bob's mouth opened to say
something, but nothing came out. Sophie reached down to the gurney,
grabbed the syringe and thrust it into her arm before either of the
men could say anything. The red liquid vanished into Sophie’s vein.
She removed the syringe and sat down on the gurney, “It’s done
gentlemen!” Both men’s heads dropped, knowing inside that it had
to be done and cursing themselves for not having the courage to do
it. “Gentlemen, if the serum produces any adverse effects, we
should know in the next three hours. In the meantime, if you’ll
both excuse me, I’d like to get a little sleep.
Chapter 22
October 11th 10:45pm
The darkness gave way
to street lights as Sidara Cruel passed into the Plattsburgh City
limits. A town she had never heard of. Sidara felt like she was
walking through a ginger haze. The orange color of the high pressure
sodium street lights tainted the darkness surrounding her. Sidara had
been on the back roads trying to escape her Potsdam dorm room in a
stolen vehicle. Now, lost and out of gas, just a few miles away
wasn’t helping her situation. She was starving, needed a smoke, and
a warm place to sleep until she could boost another car in the
morning. Sidara had stolen the car six hours earlier after being
attacked by her roommate and half the Potsdam campus. She knew of the
Ebola outbreak, but couldn’t understand why all of her dead
classmates were coming back to life eating everyone they could find.
She packed a bag, stole a car, and got off the campus as fast as she
could.
She found herself
stopping ten miles outside of Plattsburgh. She had come across a
Humvee that had crashed and was laying on its side. The vehicle was
deserted, so Sidara took a chance searching the Humvee, looking for
supplies that might help her on her journey.
She left her mother and
thirteen-year-old sister in Virginia to go to college. She didn’t
like the idea of being so far away, but it was hard to say no to a
full academic scholarship. Now her mission was to get back there, to
take care of her mom and sister.
She was just about out
of gas and
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