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Pandemic 002Not knowing.
That’s what he hated most.
Not knowing what caused this.
Not knowing what sickness she had.
Not knowing if there was a treatment or cure.
Not knowing if she would be ok or not.
None of the highest doctors in the camp could diagnose what Sam was sick with. A specialist had to be called in.
“Chief? Did you hear anything that I just said?”
Chief glanced up from his plate, looking at the red bearded man sitting across from him.
The man, known as Watson to most of the camp members, looked a tad bit concerned. “Are you feeling okay? You barely touched your food, and you’ve been sort of out of it all day.”
“Out of it?” the master chief queried, raising his eyebrow only slightly.
Watson’s usual genuine smile wasn’t visible at this point. “You’ve acted like there’s nobody around you, basically. No responses to greetings or comments, not even a bat of an eyelash when Dunny set fire to the ammunition tent.&
Pandemic 001Run. Run, Sam. Run. You have to catch him before the other one catches you. He isn’t a danger... yet.
“Chief!” Her voice echoed moments before the thunder drowned out all sound.
Twigs flicked and scratched at her skin as she ran, the forest floor squishing beneath her feet. Mud tarnished her clothes, plastering the wet fabric against her cold skin. Her blonde hair, now darkened with wetness, hung raggedly in clumps dangling behind her as she ran, her frightened voice calling one word.
“Chief!” she yelled again before tripping over a stick and splashing into the mud. She could feel a sharp stick pierce her bicep, the heavy rain ever so quickly washing the oozing blood away.
But the rain couldn’t hide her blood’s scent.
Now the other one would find her!
She whimpered and shakily got to her feet. It was dark and cold, and she no longer knew where she had originally come from. She shivered, her bottom lip quivering from the cold. “Ch-Ch-Ch
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