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he looked at his watch.
    Nearly three am.
    Needing a cigarette, Hans swung his legs over the cot, stumbled to the door, grabbing his coat and smokes as he opened it.
    The soldier on post looked over his shoulder at Hans and smiled.
    “Son,” Hans said. Not that the soldier could be his son, Hans had him by maybe 15 years tops.
    “Sir.”
    “You seen Dr. Welsh?” Hans lit a cigarette.
    “Yes, sir, she went to the tents.” The soldier nodded in a point at the tent area.
    “Did you hear anything?” Hans asked, blowing out the smoke.
    “No, sir, it’s been quiet.”
    Cigarette clenched between his fingers he brought it to his lips and inhaled deeply bringing his head upward as he did.
    Hans paused.
    Through the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of the light in the tent. “Did you see that?”
    “See what?”
    “The light in the tent flickered.”
    “No, I didn’t. Maybe . . .”
    It was clear that the soldier saw it at the same time Hans did.
    This time the light truly flickered as if it were being hit.
    “I’m going to go check that out,” Hans said, and started to walk toward the tent.
    “I’ll come with you.”
    The soldier kept up the pace and as they approached, they could hear the other group of soldiers talking and laughing.
    Hans took that as a sign all was well.
    Probably just a power problem.
    He walked into the tent. Nothing. No sounds. He lifted the nurse’s clipboard to check to see when she did rounds last.
    He stared at it,
    “Something wrong?” the soldier asked.
    “Last notation was two hours ago. Where is the nurse? Katherine.”
    “In there?”
    Holding the clipboard, Hans parted the curtain. His steps were slow, as he was exposed to the same first sight as Katherine had been.
    “Where are the patients?” the soldier quizzed.
    “I … I don’t know.” Hans stuttered. His body shifted to the right and to the left. “God.”
    The shifting of his weapon startled Hans almost as much as all the blood by Carlos’ empty cot.
    “What the hell happened?” Hans spoke his thoughts out loud. “Soldier, go get some help.”
    “Yes, sir. I think you should come with me, though.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Sir…”
    “I’m fine. Go.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    The soldier backed up and left. Hans walked to the cot.
    The bedding was still shimmering in blood and he stared at it in wonder. But he wasn’t going to stay long. After a quick examination he turned.
    The light flickered and he saw her.
    At the other end of the tent, Katherine stood there. He couldn’t see her clearly, she was a mere shadow.
    Hans sighed out in relief. “Katherine.” He rushed her way.
    She didn’t move.
    “Katherine. Are you all right.” He closed in on her. “What happened here?”
    On his last word, Katherine stammered to him and into the way of the light.
    Hans saw her.
    Her head tilted, her body bloody, her neck was wounded, and from her stomach, a gaping hole appeared to seep her insides. Her lifeless eyes stared at him.
    “Good God, Katherine.” In an instinctual leap to help, Hans grabbed on to her. His fingers touched her arm. He froze as he got a closer look.
    Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. He felt it when he saw her. And then Katherine made this horrendous gasping sound. Her mouth opened and it lunged for his arm.
    Hans drew back his arm quickly and Katherine moved in a slow attack mode. He shoved her back. “Soldier!” he cried out and she leapt for him again. Another shove, Katherine stumbled back, and returned in her pursuit.
    He couldn’t think of anything else, but to get out of there. But before she could touch him again, in order to make a clear escape, Hans swung out the clipboard, smashing her in the side of the head. He dropped it and ran out.
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    It was a blur.
    Hans took off from the tent with the mission in mind to call the CDC. Someone. He didn’t know what happened, what occurred. He screamed for help as he ran from the tent, looking over his shoulder