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come from outer space.”
    Irma gasped. “I’ve read novels about that.”
    “Yeah, so have millions of other people. It could be worse if the news of this thing gets out. No, no.” Saul walked slowly from the chair. “It’s better this way. This way everyone will forget about it. We can put it to rest and God willing.” Saul peered to her with his tired eyes. “We’ll never see this again.”

CHAPTER SIX
     

May 6 th
     

Carancus, Puno, Peru
     
    Katherine rubbed her eyes. If she stared at the microbes on the computer screen another second, she would go blind and or crazy. Peering to the corner of her computer screen, she saw the time of 2 AM. Things had been quiet, too quiet. She didn’t even hear many voices. She decided quiet time was the best time to check on things.
    She left her makeshift lab quietly. Hans was sleeping on the cot and she pulled the door closed. A soldier was posted right outside her door. He stood diligently on his night shift.
    “Evening,” she said to him.
    “Ma’am. Working late I see.”
    “Again,” she smiled pleasantly at him. He wasn’t young. He wasn’t old, but he wasn’t a baby face soldier. She was grateful for the protection that the Army provided. Of course, they had their own virology team there as well. Their trailer posted another mile or so away. They were there for research, not care. Katherine was there for both.
    She said a good night, thanked him for doing his job and walked over to the first tent about fifty yards away. No soldiers were posted there. No need. There were four that sat by a perimeter twenty yards away. Too far to shout out to them, she didn’t want to wake the ill.
    The first tent contained about two hundred people, the first wave of ill; she’d walk through there on her way to the next tent.
    She opened the flap. It smelled funny, sounded too quiet.
    Stepping into the clerical and nurses’ area, Katherine was surprised that the night nurse wasn’t there. Maybe she was checking on patients.
    With an extension of her arm, she drew back the curtain to the main sick bay. A place where cots upon cots were lined up.
    Katherine stopped.
    The tent was void of the hundred of patients. The cots were empty. Was she dreaming? Where were the patients? Just as she turned to find help, she saw a single patient lying on the bed.
    Carlos.
    He didn’t move. Katherine walked hurriedly to the bed.
    “Carlos.” She reached down to this arm and he fingers retracted. Cold. His skin was hard and cold. Her hand moved to his wrist. “Oh my God,” she wisped out. He hadn’t a pulse. She turned to call for help when a hand clasped upon her forearm. She peeped a shriek at the tight grip and shifted her eyes.
    Carlos stared at her.
    “Carlos?” She reached for his grip. “Carlos you’re hurting me.”
    A foul odor pummeled her when he widened his mouth and gasped.
    She turned her head, aiming her voice outward with a shout. “Someone!” But she never got a chance to get out another word. A sharp tearing pain ripped into her arm like she had never felt, and a silent scream of agony escaped her. She looked to see Carlos, his teeth sunk into her flesh. Strands of bloody ligaments and veins extended from her arm to his mouth as he pulled hungrily.
    Horrified, Katherine fought to free her arm. Her screams were muffled with pain and fear, and her escape attempt was in vain.
    From the cot, Carlos lunged. His flailing body careened into Katherine, knocking her into anther cot. Locked in almost a mad, fighting embrace, they fell to the floor.
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    Like a child with night terrors, Hans sat straight up on the cot, tensioning, unable to move, unaware of his surroundings. It took him a few moments to come to. He controlled his breaths and his mind began to think clearly.
    Was it a scream he heard? Yes, he heard a scream.
    Wait. He thought, no. No only silence.
    What was it that caused him to awake and sit straight up in bed?
    The lights in the lab were still on and