any luck, she could access the book archive.
Maybe she’d find something that way. Hunched over the computer in the dark,
run-down room, she prayed that the computer would work.
Reaching the top of the staircase, Alan stepped into
the vast second floor of the library. There wasn’t much up here besides a
gargantuan collection of books. Alan was actually pretty clueless as to how to
find what he needed in this place. This was Kendra’s idea after all. He would
just have to roll with it. Stepping towards the old desk where the librarians
would sit, Alan noticed a large phone book. It was the only lead he had, so he
sat in the old, creaky chair at the desk, and started searching. Looking under
the name Graves, he saw a few names, but no Malcolm. His only idea had ended
before it really began. Alan stood and wandered around the floor, pondering any
other potential ideas
Suddenly, a noise from the stairwell caught his
attention. He turned and saw Kendra racing through the doorway. “I found
something!” She was shouting as she ran to him.
“What is it? What did you find?” Alan asked in rapid
succession.
“Well, I got the computer downstairs to work, and
was able to access the library’s book archive. It shows every book they have. I
did a keyword search on Malcolm Graves, and it came back with a single result.
It’s a non-fiction book, something about sciences and diseases. Should be
somewhere up here.” Kendra told him about her discovery.
“Lets start looking then!” Alan became renewed in
his enthusiasm.
Minutes of searching ensued. Each of them starting
at one end of the non-fiction range and working towards the middle. They looked
for the approximate area of the mystery book that referenced Graves. Their
search seemed fruitless until Alan and Kendra both met in the middle of the
non-fiction section. Scanning the shelf, they found the item they needed.
Amongst all the old, damaged books, there was one that was a fair bit newer
than the rest. Removing it from the shelf, they saw it was a book about
diseases: particularly, the fatal kind. These diseases in the book were ones
with no definitive cure. It covered all sorts of things: cancer, HIV/AIDS,
multiple kinds of STDs and tons of genetic disorders. Flipping through the
book, they found on one page a name. That name was Malcolm Graves.
Each of them reading to themselves, Alan and Kendra
looked over the page. The name of Malcolm Graves belonged to a man who worked
as a scientist, trying to rid the world of one of its many diseases. It looked
as though Graves wasn’t American. Thinking back to the mall, Alan remembered
the voice of Malcolm Graves, and it did seem off. It seemed as though he was
from a European country, but he couldn’t quite tell which one. Really, this
book mentioned very little about Graves living in America. According to the
book, after his major attempt to cure a rare genetic disorder failed, he just
vanished without a trace. No one knows what happened to him.
“This doesn’t really seem all that helpful.” Kendra
stated.
“I agree.” Alan replied. “All it tells us is that
Graves isn’t from around here, and that he used to be a scientist.”
“Well, do we really need to focus on him?” Kendra
inquired. “Our main goal should be survival.”
“I suppose you’re right. Something just doesn’t sit
well with me about that guy.” Alan said.
“Well this trip was a bust. Should we get going?”
Kendra asked.
“Yeah, I guess.” Alan said, disappointed at their
lack of findings. “If there’s anything you want to grab on the way out, I’d
suggest you do it now.”
Kendra silently acknowledged him and descended the
stairs. She decided to snag a few books on the way out, maybe something that
could keep her mind from falling into complete insanity. Armed with only a
flashlight, it was difficult to find anything. She heard Alan come down the stairs
and she quickly met up with him.
“Let’s go.” She said.
“Ladies
Maybe she’d find something that way. Hunched over the computer in the dark,
run-down room, she prayed that the computer would work.
Reaching the top of the staircase, Alan stepped into
the vast second floor of the library. There wasn’t much up here besides a
gargantuan collection of books. Alan was actually pretty clueless as to how to
find what he needed in this place. This was Kendra’s idea after all. He would
just have to roll with it. Stepping towards the old desk where the librarians
would sit, Alan noticed a large phone book. It was the only lead he had, so he
sat in the old, creaky chair at the desk, and started searching. Looking under
the name Graves, he saw a few names, but no Malcolm. His only idea had ended
before it really began. Alan stood and wandered around the floor, pondering any
other potential ideas
Suddenly, a noise from the stairwell caught his
attention. He turned and saw Kendra racing through the doorway. “I found
something!” She was shouting as she ran to him.
“What is it? What did you find?” Alan asked in rapid
succession.
“Well, I got the computer downstairs to work, and
was able to access the library’s book archive. It shows every book they have. I
did a keyword search on Malcolm Graves, and it came back with a single result.
It’s a non-fiction book, something about sciences and diseases. Should be
somewhere up here.” Kendra told him about her discovery.
“Lets start looking then!” Alan became renewed in
his enthusiasm.
Minutes of searching ensued. Each of them starting
at one end of the non-fiction range and working towards the middle. They looked
for the approximate area of the mystery book that referenced Graves. Their
search seemed fruitless until Alan and Kendra both met in the middle of the
non-fiction section. Scanning the shelf, they found the item they needed.
Amongst all the old, damaged books, there was one that was a fair bit newer
than the rest. Removing it from the shelf, they saw it was a book about
diseases: particularly, the fatal kind. These diseases in the book were ones
with no definitive cure. It covered all sorts of things: cancer, HIV/AIDS,
multiple kinds of STDs and tons of genetic disorders. Flipping through the
book, they found on one page a name. That name was Malcolm Graves.
Each of them reading to themselves, Alan and Kendra
looked over the page. The name of Malcolm Graves belonged to a man who worked
as a scientist, trying to rid the world of one of its many diseases. It looked
as though Graves wasn’t American. Thinking back to the mall, Alan remembered
the voice of Malcolm Graves, and it did seem off. It seemed as though he was
from a European country, but he couldn’t quite tell which one. Really, this
book mentioned very little about Graves living in America. According to the
book, after his major attempt to cure a rare genetic disorder failed, he just
vanished without a trace. No one knows what happened to him.
“This doesn’t really seem all that helpful.” Kendra
stated.
“I agree.” Alan replied. “All it tells us is that
Graves isn’t from around here, and that he used to be a scientist.”
“Well, do we really need to focus on him?” Kendra
inquired. “Our main goal should be survival.”
“I suppose you’re right. Something just doesn’t sit
well with me about that guy.” Alan said.
“Well this trip was a bust. Should we get going?”
Kendra asked.
“Yeah, I guess.” Alan said, disappointed at their
lack of findings. “If there’s anything you want to grab on the way out, I’d
suggest you do it now.”
Kendra silently acknowledged him and descended the
stairs. She decided to snag a few books on the way out, maybe something that
could keep her mind from falling into complete insanity. Armed with only a
flashlight, it was difficult to find anything. She heard Alan come down the stairs
and she quickly met up with him.
“Let’s go.” She said.
“Ladies
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