The Atlantis Plague

CHAPTER 96

 

CDC

 

Atlanta, Georgia

 

 

Paul Brenner steadied himself against the wall. It was so hard to concentrate. Where was everyone?

 

The halls were empty. The offices were empty. They were hiding from him. He had to find them.

 

No. He had to do something else. She had sent him something. The pretty one in the movies.

 

A set of glass doors slid open. The screens inside blinked.

 

ONE RESULT

 

 

One result. Result of what? A trial. He was the head of it.

 

Trial for what? A cure. For the plague. He was infected. With a cure. No, that couldn’t be right. How could he be infected with a cure? Something was wrong.

 

He surveyed the room. Empty. Coffee cups all over the floor. Stained papers on the table and chairs.

 

Paul sat down and pulled a keyboard closer.

 

A flash of clarity seized him. One result.

 

He typed until his fingers ached.

 

The letters on the screen changed.

 

Transmitting new therapy to all Orchid Districts…

 

 

 

 

 

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