This Way Lay Darkest
Centuries ago, this virus was banished to the realm of nightmares and bad dreams. It was merely fiction. However, it was the virus that was rumored to have destroyed the dinosaurs during the collapse of the prehistoric era.
A generation ago, signs of the virus had surfaced again and then vanished. Scientists from all nations thought that the virus had been repelled forever...
The virus had returned once more, in mighty strands which made it more powerful than ever before. This virus was the origin of all diseases known to Mankind. The Virus was no longer an ancient myth, and it has found it’s way back to civilization. The new strand of virus strips the soul and causes madness as it infects the unconscious mind. The virus was a new enemy that humanity had to defeat or the world as we know it will be lost in the darkest terrors ever known...
Kimber’s eyes were fixed angrily on him. "I know what you did to that infant," she said as she shut the door behind him.
"The only way to defeat this monster is newborn," said Dr. Otis Williams.
"I can’t keep stealing infants!" She went on, her eyes bright with tears and rage. "And we seem to be losing the fight. I feel like a serial killer, no.. better still. I feel like a disease that just kills infants."
"You’re not killing them!" The doctor half-shouted.
Footsteps were coming up the stairs.
Glancing furtively toward the door, she went into her bag and removed a handgun and released the safety.
"Put that away," whispered the doctor.
"Just get out of here," said the doctor. "It’s part of a new government task force that wants me to continue this..."
He stared dumbly at her. "One way or another..."
Kimber kept her head down as she moved through the narrow hallways. She had tried several times before to pretend that there was nothing wrong in what she was doing. She wanted to think that she was only helping to discover a way to defeat the virus.
She stopped briefly as she heard the doctor laughing. Dead infants in storage tanks in that office and he was laughing. Wordlessly, she turned away and realized that it was probably his only way to cope with what was going on.
© 2012 Frank Atanacio
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