pans across it reveals an elderly looking doctor with gray hair cropped short and hard angular lines to his face. He adjusts his coat and looks into the camera before speaking.
“This is doctor Shearing, I will get right to it as I fear time is of the essence,” he steps aside and the camera pans to a man restrained on a table.
The man on the table is wearing a hospital gown and is strapped to the metal surface. His jaw snaps open and closed. As the camera focuses on him Isaiah notices his eyes. They are filmed over, like the eyes of a dead man.
A lump forms in Isaiah’s throat as he thinks about what the reporter in front of the hospital said and connects it with the scene in front of him. The patient is struggling against the bonds to no avail but he is pulling so hard against the restraints that it cuts at his wrists and ankles. Disturbingly no blood comes out, just a blackish oily fluid.
“From what we can tell there is some sort of necrosis virus that is affecting these individuals. They have a breakdown in mental capability and are prone to violence. Without external stimulation they will go into a period of hibernation while they wait for other humans.” The doctor looks at a series of notes, then at a computer screen. Checking for vitals.
“In the presence of humans that are not affected they will attack without provocation aiming to transmit the disease,” he continues, “We have isolated it down to a transfer of bodily fluids that is able to transmit the disease. If you are in the presence of any affected individual we recommend restraining them, in a locked bedroom for instance, and waiting until the authorities are able to provide assistance.”
He adjusts his coat again and looks back at the camera, “They are extremely dangerous so caution is recommended. We will report more as information becomes available.”
The camera pans back to the room and then cuts to the newsroom. Nancy is on screen again looking a little more organized, like the horrors of what she is seeing are galvanizing her. This is the type of world changing news she has been waiting to share her whole life and she isn’t about to give up now.
“We will continue to stay with you until we are able to find out more information. For now we will rebroadcast the warnings to everyone…” The TV begins to replay the events that have occurred and Isaiah looks up at his wife for the first time.
“We’ll wait till they come back and figure out a way to keep us all safe,” he reassures her by rubbing her arm. Tears are brimming in her eyes as she watches the news continue to unfold.
Chloe sits in the back bedroom drawing pictures like her mom asked her too. She is so small. So innocent.
“What are we going to do about Chloe?” Sasha asks, sitting down beside Isaiah and letting the emotion from the day come rushing out in tears.
Isaiah wraps his big arms around his wife and holds her for a long moment. “Everything is going to be OK. None of us are affected, and we will be safe here until help comes. It looks like Valentine has quite a bit of food in the fridge so we can wait this thing out.”
He tries to reassure her but he is just as afraid as she is. He is terrified of being helpless for his girls. They are the only thing in the world that keeps him going and the thought of losing one of them to those monsters is too much for him.
“I mean what were those things?” Sasha asks, “How can they just come back?”
“I’m not sure honey. There has to be an answer to it and I’m sure they are already working on a cure, I mean look how fast they responded to the situation.” The rapidity of change is astonishing to both of them. It hasn’t even been a full day and everything in their world has been turned upside down. “Why don’t you go lay down with Chloe for a bit. I will stay out here and wait for them to come back OK?”
Sasha nods and heads into the back room.
9
It’s dark outside and a heavy rain
“This is doctor Shearing, I will get right to it as I fear time is of the essence,” he steps aside and the camera pans to a man restrained on a table.
The man on the table is wearing a hospital gown and is strapped to the metal surface. His jaw snaps open and closed. As the camera focuses on him Isaiah notices his eyes. They are filmed over, like the eyes of a dead man.
A lump forms in Isaiah’s throat as he thinks about what the reporter in front of the hospital said and connects it with the scene in front of him. The patient is struggling against the bonds to no avail but he is pulling so hard against the restraints that it cuts at his wrists and ankles. Disturbingly no blood comes out, just a blackish oily fluid.
“From what we can tell there is some sort of necrosis virus that is affecting these individuals. They have a breakdown in mental capability and are prone to violence. Without external stimulation they will go into a period of hibernation while they wait for other humans.” The doctor looks at a series of notes, then at a computer screen. Checking for vitals.
“In the presence of humans that are not affected they will attack without provocation aiming to transmit the disease,” he continues, “We have isolated it down to a transfer of bodily fluids that is able to transmit the disease. If you are in the presence of any affected individual we recommend restraining them, in a locked bedroom for instance, and waiting until the authorities are able to provide assistance.”
He adjusts his coat again and looks back at the camera, “They are extremely dangerous so caution is recommended. We will report more as information becomes available.”
The camera pans back to the room and then cuts to the newsroom. Nancy is on screen again looking a little more organized, like the horrors of what she is seeing are galvanizing her. This is the type of world changing news she has been waiting to share her whole life and she isn’t about to give up now.
“We will continue to stay with you until we are able to find out more information. For now we will rebroadcast the warnings to everyone…” The TV begins to replay the events that have occurred and Isaiah looks up at his wife for the first time.
“We’ll wait till they come back and figure out a way to keep us all safe,” he reassures her by rubbing her arm. Tears are brimming in her eyes as she watches the news continue to unfold.
Chloe sits in the back bedroom drawing pictures like her mom asked her too. She is so small. So innocent.
“What are we going to do about Chloe?” Sasha asks, sitting down beside Isaiah and letting the emotion from the day come rushing out in tears.
Isaiah wraps his big arms around his wife and holds her for a long moment. “Everything is going to be OK. None of us are affected, and we will be safe here until help comes. It looks like Valentine has quite a bit of food in the fridge so we can wait this thing out.”
He tries to reassure her but he is just as afraid as she is. He is terrified of being helpless for his girls. They are the only thing in the world that keeps him going and the thought of losing one of them to those monsters is too much for him.
“I mean what were those things?” Sasha asks, “How can they just come back?”
“I’m not sure honey. There has to be an answer to it and I’m sure they are already working on a cure, I mean look how fast they responded to the situation.” The rapidity of change is astonishing to both of them. It hasn’t even been a full day and everything in their world has been turned upside down. “Why don’t you go lay down with Chloe for a bit. I will stay out here and wait for them to come back OK?”
Sasha nods and heads into the back room.
9
It’s dark outside and a heavy rain
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