looking down at Jesseph, back up at the slide.
She took the slide off the microscope, encased it in a slide container, and slipped it down inside her lab jacket pocket. Forging Jesseph’s signature on a requisition form while he lay dead on the floor next to her, she solicited permission for a micro dissection on the cell sample that she was bringing down to the Bright Field microscopy lab.
On the way, she passed running EMTs.
In the microscopy lab, the technician inside happily dissected the cell on the slide once he saw Jesseph’s signature on the request form.
Securely, the abnormality was cut free from the embedded wall. The technician was able to successfully contain it. He handed it to her in a different enclosed slide capsule.
“Tell Doctor Jesseph we still need to finish our chess game,” the technician said as Julie quickly left the lab and headed to the elevators. She was already running late for her lunch date with Pratt.
Outside, she was able to timely hail a cab as she left the Clinical Pathology Laboratories. She told the cabbie, a short Mexican man, to step on it as she sat in the back seat on the passenger side. They made their way downtown.
Julie took the capsule out of her pocket. She looked through the clear glass. She hoped to see the irregularity but knew it would be impossible since it was microscopic. The naked eye would never be able to see it.
I’m not going to share this discovery with the fat man, she thought to herself. And screw the Lasker Award . I want recognition for this discovery ! I want fame!
As she held it up, the sun sparkling madly in the glass, the cabbie suddenly slammed on the brakes as someone pulled out in front of him.
The cabbie screamed, “ Stupid ass!”
The sudden stop caused Julie to drop the slide capsule. It flew forward out of her hand end over end.
It hit a credit card reader on the back of the seat in front of her. An infinitesimal crack opened in the capsule.
It fell down between Julie’s feet. She reached for it.
“ Got it !” she said softly.
Four minutes later, the cabbie stopped near Lake Eola downtown to let his lady passenger out. She had been quiet back there ever since the close call with the other idiot driver.
He hoped she wasn’t mad at him or would leave a bad review on the cab website.
He got out of his side and ran around her side to let her out. Julie fell out of the car, gagging, holding her throat. She wasn’t able to breathe. Her skin was turning yellow. She was coughing and gagging, leaning against the cab for support. Her back was arched as she deeply coughed and then threw up all over the sidewalk.
Some man wearing a construction hat came running over to see what was wrong.
The evolution of the dead had begun.
Thock! Thunk! Thuck!
Running toward his orange Charger, Scott and Kim had to jump over tiny worms popping up out of the cement of the parking garage.
On the street, a fire hydrant blew, throwing infected water into the air. It came down like blood orange rain.
Kim yelled, “What the fuck is going on?”
Scott didn’t answer. He was frantically going through keys on his key ring looking for the one for his car.
“Hurry, god dammit, hurry!” Kim squealed jumping up and down on the passenger side of the car. Her arms had broken out in goose bumps.
With shaking hands, Scott was finally able to unlock his car, jump in and reach over to unlock Kim’s door so she could get in.
He yelled, “We gotta get out of here now!”
Gunning the engine, he reversed, smashing into a parked car. Shaking his head, he shoved the car into drive. The tires squealed. He sped through the garage, down and out onto the street. He sideswiped a parked car on the side of the road. Kim held onto the dashboard, her fingers digging in, her mouth held open in fear.
They sped along the lakeside, passing burning cars, a police car with its lights still flashing, an overturned
She took the slide off the microscope, encased it in a slide container, and slipped it down inside her lab jacket pocket. Forging Jesseph’s signature on a requisition form while he lay dead on the floor next to her, she solicited permission for a micro dissection on the cell sample that she was bringing down to the Bright Field microscopy lab.
On the way, she passed running EMTs.
In the microscopy lab, the technician inside happily dissected the cell on the slide once he saw Jesseph’s signature on the request form.
Securely, the abnormality was cut free from the embedded wall. The technician was able to successfully contain it. He handed it to her in a different enclosed slide capsule.
“Tell Doctor Jesseph we still need to finish our chess game,” the technician said as Julie quickly left the lab and headed to the elevators. She was already running late for her lunch date with Pratt.
Outside, she was able to timely hail a cab as she left the Clinical Pathology Laboratories. She told the cabbie, a short Mexican man, to step on it as she sat in the back seat on the passenger side. They made their way downtown.
Julie took the capsule out of her pocket. She looked through the clear glass. She hoped to see the irregularity but knew it would be impossible since it was microscopic. The naked eye would never be able to see it.
I’m not going to share this discovery with the fat man, she thought to herself. And screw the Lasker Award . I want recognition for this discovery ! I want fame!
As she held it up, the sun sparkling madly in the glass, the cabbie suddenly slammed on the brakes as someone pulled out in front of him.
The cabbie screamed, “ Stupid ass!”
The sudden stop caused Julie to drop the slide capsule. It flew forward out of her hand end over end.
It hit a credit card reader on the back of the seat in front of her. An infinitesimal crack opened in the capsule.
It fell down between Julie’s feet. She reached for it.
“ Got it !” she said softly.
Four minutes later, the cabbie stopped near Lake Eola downtown to let his lady passenger out. She had been quiet back there ever since the close call with the other idiot driver.
He hoped she wasn’t mad at him or would leave a bad review on the cab website.
He got out of his side and ran around her side to let her out. Julie fell out of the car, gagging, holding her throat. She wasn’t able to breathe. Her skin was turning yellow. She was coughing and gagging, leaning against the cab for support. Her back was arched as she deeply coughed and then threw up all over the sidewalk.
Some man wearing a construction hat came running over to see what was wrong.
The evolution of the dead had begun.
Thock! Thunk! Thuck!
Running toward his orange Charger, Scott and Kim had to jump over tiny worms popping up out of the cement of the parking garage.
On the street, a fire hydrant blew, throwing infected water into the air. It came down like blood orange rain.
Kim yelled, “What the fuck is going on?”
Scott didn’t answer. He was frantically going through keys on his key ring looking for the one for his car.
“Hurry, god dammit, hurry!” Kim squealed jumping up and down on the passenger side of the car. Her arms had broken out in goose bumps.
With shaking hands, Scott was finally able to unlock his car, jump in and reach over to unlock Kim’s door so she could get in.
He yelled, “We gotta get out of here now!”
Gunning the engine, he reversed, smashing into a parked car. Shaking his head, he shoved the car into drive. The tires squealed. He sped through the garage, down and out onto the street. He sideswiped a parked car on the side of the road. Kim held onto the dashboard, her fingers digging in, her mouth held open in fear.
They sped along the lakeside, passing burning cars, a police car with its lights still flashing, an overturned
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