I woke up at 6AM drenched in sweat from a particularly bad dream. This has been happening
all too often. Thankfully I live alone. Since I was awake, I decided to go downstairs and
make some coffee, I had a lot of work to do today. Per usual I opened up reddit while
sipping on my coffee. At the top of /r/all I saw a post with 35K upvotes saying "Did
you all just feel that?" I assumed it was a joke at first as most of those threads are,
and I assumed that the 35K upvotes was just a moderator screwing with us.
I opened the thread expecting to see a joke comment on top. What I saw was totally unexpected.
Thousands upon thousands of comments about how they all felt their floor shake at exactly
1:06AM (my time if you corrected for time zones). The people from california, japan,
and other places where there were earthquakes said that this felt different, and that they
were scared. Reddit readers were trying to piece together tweets, news reports, and reddit
posts about the incident to try and figure out where the epicenter was. I was confused
because so many people felt it, and many had been jostled out of a deep sleep, yet I had
not felt a thing. Maybe my nightmares were too much.
I flipped the news on my TV. There was a report on CNN about the event. I listened intently
when all of a sudden the breaking news banner came on. The news anchors looked unsettled.
I watched closely as the lead anchor said with a quivering voice, "ladies and gentlemen
we have just received a video to show you that may be unsettling. Ive never seen anything
like this before in my life. It is video from a gas station surveilance camera from small
town in New Hampshire called Wolfeboro." I inhaled sharply as that was my small town.
Maybe this is why I didnt feel it. I leaned forward on my couch, waiting in anticipation
of the video. It starts, showing a person seemingly floating down the street by the
gas station. It is a grainy video, but his eyes are glowing, further unsettling me as
I watch. All of a sudden at exactly 1:06AM the person stops hovering and starts convulsing.
I watch in horror as the man erupted in fire and dissapeared from view into the ground,
after which the gas station video cut off. The CNN anchor comes back and says that at
that exact time a local seismograph recorder something never before seen, an earthquake
at the center of the earth, radiating to the entire planet at once. The CNN anchor then
said that they enhanced the video to try and identify who or what that monstrous thing
was. As they show the enhanced video I slowly start to recognize the person. It was me.
I ran to the bathroom in a panic. I splashed water on my face hoping that this was all
just another one of my bad dreams. It wasn�t. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying so
hard to remember what had happened last night. It seemed normal to me, after dinner I had
sat down and watched the Bruins game, then surfed reddit until I went to bed. All I knew
was that I needed to find the answer, by whatever means necessary. I went to Best Buy and bought
5 video cameras and staged them both in my bedroom and in other rooms in my house. The
entire time I was shaking, hoping that no one would recognize me in the video. I thought
to myself that it was impossible, since I didn�t really interact with anyone in town,
and my closest neighbor was over a half mile away from me.
As I was setting up my cameras and connecting them to my computer, my phone rang. I assumed
it was my mother calling to see if I was OK, but when I looked down at the phone it said
�Unknown caller.� I�ll admit I panicked. At that moment there were so many things running
through my mind. I decided to let it go to voicemail. It didn�t work, and the unknown
number called again. Taking a deep breath I answered the call and in the calmest voice
I could muster I said �Hello? Who is this?� The voice on the other end of the line was
raspy, and all they said was �I know who you are.� Well if I hadn�t been panicked
before, now I certainly was. This was a different level of scary. How could this person know
what happened when I myself didn�t even know?
I finished setting up the cameras with my now shaking hands. My mind was racing. I tried
to think back to when the nightmares started. It seemed to be right after I started my new
job as an EMT. Maybe it was constantly responding to people being injured that was giving me
the nightmares, but nothing could explain what had happened last night. I tried to remember
the nightmare, but I couldn�t. I went back to the reddit thread to see if
they had any additional news. The top post now had 50K upvotes, and the title was now
updated to �Does anyone know this man?� I opened the thread with my hands shaking,
and proceeded to read thousands of comments with people suggesting who it was, with some
more detailed than others. I then decided to do a Ctrl+F search of my name. To my horror
my name came up in a comment made 3 hours ago, but with only 1 upvote. There were no
other details given, just my name. I decided to PM the account who made the comment.
I said �who is this and why did you write my name?� I got a reply almost immediately
that said �because I know who you are, and I know what you can become.� At this point
I was almost too scared to reply, but I had to. I wrote back �we need to talk, can we
meet somewhere?� Again almost instantly I received a reply. Only that reply wasn�t
an inbox message, but a knock on the door to my house.
I looked through the peephole and saw a middle aged man wearing a suit outside my door, and
holding a government badge. I opened the door with shaking hands to let my visitor in. He
greeted me with the same raspy voice and said �it�s about time, why the hell did you
hang up on me?� I told him that I was scared because I had no idea who he was, and how
he would know about what happened to me last night. We went to the living room together
and sat on the couch, and all I could muster was the courage to ask �What happened last
night?� He told me to sit tight and to allow him to
finish the entire story before I asked any questions. He told me that he had been watching
me ever since I treated a patient two weeks ago, right before the nightmares had begun.
He started talking about the patient, and I remembered the exact encounter that he was
describing. It was a 15 year old patient from the high school in town who we were called
to because of his irrational behavior. We just assumed he was on drugs, and so we started
him on an IV and brought him to the hospital. My visitor informed me that the patient was
in fact not on drugs, and that he had been the subject of a government investigation
ever since he had stumbled upon a meteorite in the woods of Wolfeboro. �You see,�
the visitor said, �we believe he was infected by something in the meteorite, something that
has now infected you.� I tried to take that all in, as he paused
to allow me to ask any questions before he continued. I asked him if the 15 year old
had experienced anything like I had. He told me in a very serious tone that the boy had
experienced nightmares, but nothing like what happened last night. He told me that I would
have to be taken into custody by the government in order for them to do tests, and to prevent
anything like what happened last night from happening again. I didn�t want to go with
him, but I was told it wasn�t really a choice. I packed a bag and readied myself for what
was to come. My visitor told me that I couldn�t tell even my parents where I was going. We
left the apartment and I got into an unmarked black car, and the visitor shut the door behind
me. We drove for what seemed like hours, and finally came to a stop beside a run-down old
farmhouse. The car door is opened for me and I get out. We enter the farmhouse and there
is a massive locked door in the floor. The visitor puts in a long code and scans his
fingerprint, and the door opens, revealing a massive underground laboratory.
We enter the lab, and I saw at least 20 people in lab coats running around. I notice a large
window, looking into a room where there is only a table with restraints on it. I start
to get chills as I realize that the table is probably meant for me. The visitor told
me he was taking me to the head scientist, and we entered a large conference room where
an older gentleman is sitting at the end of the table. His face beamed with excitement
when he saw me, and he said �I�m so glad they were able to bring you here, we will
be learning a lot more about the infection inside of you, and we are hoping that it will
lead to a cure and a return to normalcy for you.� I could only hope that would be the
outcome. His voice got a bit softer, however, and the smile disappeared as he told me that
they would need to put me to sleep to do the tests. He told me that they were not sure
if this sleep would have the same result as before, but they were prepared for anything
that could happen and assured me that they would try to keep me safe. I agreed only because
at this point I wasn�t sure if I could even disagree with them. I felt like I should cooperate
or else I was going to be forced into participating. I entered the room, walked over to the table
and laid down. 4 scientists came and strapped me in, holding back all of my limbs. Another
scientist entered the room with a needle, and told me that it was a sedative meant to
put me to sleep. He injected the sedative, and the scientists watched me drift into sleep.
I closed my eyes, hoping to make the sleep come sooner. Right as I was about to pass
into blissful slumber, I overheard the scientists talking. They must have thought I was already
asleep. I heard one of them say �Contact the President of the United States, there
will be no one to stop us now that we have the infected subject in our possession.�
When I realized what was happening I tried to scream out, but at that moment the urge
to sleep became overwhelming, and everything faded to blackness.
I woke up still restrained to the table. Slowly my memory of the day before came back to me,
and I started screaming as I remembered what the scientists said before I fell asleep.
I was yelling like crazy, trying to get someone to come and tell me what was happening. Finally
the door opens, and the head scientist I had met earlier entered the room. He asked me
if I remembered anything from when I was sleeping. I told him no, and asked him why they were
doing this to me. He said �once we saw what this infection was capable of, we needed to
capture you. I�m sorry we have to do this to you, but it is for the greater good.�
I screamed at him, �What greater good could you possibly be after?�
The head scientist told me that he wanted to use this infection to develop a superior
human race, once which would withstand any environment in the universe. He said �if
you could survive going to the center of the Earth, there may be no limits to what this
infection can do for humans. This may be the missing link, the thing that will allow humans
to colonize other planets, and the thing that takes the human race to the next level.�
He apologized again for having to restrain me, but he said that it was so that I didn�t
hurt anyone. Even with this explanation, however, I felt uneasy, like there was something he
wasn�t telling me which was more sinister than he was letting on.
I then asked him what happened while I was asleep. He told me that after about 30 minutes
of sleeping, my eyes suddenly started to glow, and at that point they injected me with a
chemical the government had developed years ago in a secret study done on prisoners in
the 1990�s. This chemical opened my brain up to any suggestions, which allowed them
to control my every move through the power of suggestion. He explained to me that they
were working on a way to access my consciousness so that I would remember everything that happened
while I was in this infectious state. Before they infected others they needed to figure
out how I could be both conscious and harness the powers the infection was giving me. But
in the meantime, he said, they were experimenting on the limits of what the infection allowed
me to do. I grew a bit anxious at this suggestion. I still had the feeling that the head scientist
was not telling me everything. I needed to find out the truth. But in the meantime I
needed to make sure that they did not sense my suspicions.
The head scientist then told me for the time being I would be staying in the lab under
constant supervision. They had outfitted a room for me to spend time eating, showering,
and doing damn well anything I pleased. The only rules were that I could not go online,
and I could not fall asleep unless I was strapped to the table. I entered my room, and the door
slammed behind me. I went to take a shower, and decided to try and formulate a plan. I
wanted not only to escape, but also to figure out what their true intentions were. I was
sure that my every move was being watched, so I needed to find an ally, someone here
who could help me figure out what their true plans with me were. I sat down on a couch
in the room, thinking about my parents. Did they even know I was gone? I wished more than
anything in the world that I could just talk to them for five minutes. My parents always
seemed to make things better no matter what I was going through, and I needed them now
more than ever. I lost track of the number of days I was stuck
in the research lab. Every day seemed to be the same. 3 meals a day delivered by one of
the scientists, a lot of reading various books they gave me to help pass the time, and then
every night at 7PM I would be escorted back to the table and strapped in, knowing that
I would once again wake up in the morning with no recollection of what went on the night
before. I was completely cut off from the world, no news, no texting, and worst of all
no reddit. As I sat there contemplating how I ended up in this mess, the door opened and
a scientist came in to deliver my lunch. He dropped a bowl on the couch next to me, and
told me to be careful with the soup as it might be hot. He left, and I began to aimlessly
stir the soup. All of a sudden I felt something in the soup that shouldn�t have been there.
I saw a corner of plastic peeking up from the depths of the soup. I made sure to turn
slightly away from the camera in my room as I pulled what I quickly realized was a small
plastic bag from the soup. Inside it contained a note. The note said �We need to talk.
You need to know what is happening while you are sedated.�
I couldn�t focus on anything after reading the note. I wanted to know what the hell was
going on, and how I was ever going to get alone with the scientist to have this conversation.
Multiple days went by without any more word. The same scientist who dropped off my meal
had not returned. I wondered if they knew what he had done and killed him. My mind was
racing with all of the possible things that could have happened when all of a sudden the
door to my room opened. I look up and see that he had finally returned. I asked him
for his name; he said �My name is Josh. I got permission to show you around the lab
to help make you feel more at home. You�re going to be here a long time unfortunately.�
As I am being led on a tour by Josh, I couldn�t help but wonder when he was going to start
talking about the note. �Maybe he wasn�t the one who left it,� I thought, �and
I don�t want to bring it up to him in case he didn�t write it.� As these thoughts
were going through my head we reached a smaller room which Josh said contained some extra
supplies for the lab. I wondered why he was showing me such a trivial room, until I heard
Josh quietly shutting the door. He walked towards me with a look of complete determination
on his face, and said �now that we are alone we need to talk. The tour was just a way to
get you out of your room without raising the alarm. We have to escape. I wish I could tell
you more right now but there is not enough time. You have to trust me.�
I looked Josh right in the eye and said �I�m in. Literally anything is better than what
I�ve been going through.� Josh told me that we have to get to his car without being
spotted by the security guards. He points to a duct in the ceiling and said, �I�ve
seen the plans for this lab, I know this will get us into the parking garage.� With all
the energy I could possibly muster I climb up first, and help lift Josh into the duct.
We quietly crawled, trying not to make any noise that would alert people to our presence.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally reach the garage. Josh peeked around the corner,
checking to make sure we were alone. He gave me a signal to run, and I sprinted with him
to his car. When we got inside the car Josh turned it on, and we both breathed a huge
sigh of relief. Our feeling of relief didn�t last long,
however, as a siren blared in the distance. I felt the wave of chills wash over me again
as I thought to myself, �they must know I�m missing.�
Josh mutters, �Shit,� under his breath, and throws the car into drive. As we speed
around the corners of the parking garage I can hear an announcement blaring, saying �All
security personnel to your stations to search for the patient, this is not a drill.� I
feel the car speed up as we hit a straightaway in the garage. I look ahead and see sunlight
for the first time in what feels like years. As we leave the garage another louder alarm
goes off. They must know we have left the garage. I look over at Josh and say, �well
I guess there is no turning back. We are in this together. Now tell me everything you
know.� Josh looks at me and says �alright but under one condition.� �Anything,�
I replied, �I just want to know what is going on.�
Josh explained that the only rule was that I could not, under any circumstances, fall
asleep. He told me that if I fell asleep not only were our lives in danger, but the lives
of every single human on the planet would also be in danger.
Josh started from the beginning. Apparently agents from the government working with the
lab had been watching me ever since I treated the 15 year old boy, or Jacob as Josh referred
to him as. Josh told me that Jacob had died in the hospital, something the agent had failed
to mention to me. This made me think about my ultimate destiny. Would this infection
ultimately lead to my death? Josh told me that the agents had set up 24/7 surveillance
on my house, and listened in to any phone calls or conversations I had to make sure
I did not share any details about an infection I didn�t even know I had. When that fateful
night happened, when I showed them truly what this infection was capable of, Josh told me
an emergency plan quickly came together. They could no longer risk watching me; they needed
to bring me in. Josh said they wanted to take me in without
any disturbances, but unfortunately the gas station video leaked before they could destroy
it. Once it got to the news networks and onto the internet, they had to change their strategy.
They knew it was inevitable that I would see myself in it, and they were worried I would
run and they would be unable to apprehend me. They decided to try and scare me into
trusting them, first by calling my phone, and then by trying to contact me on reddit,
hoping that one of them would work. By posting my name among the thousands being offered
as potential suspects, they were able to grab my attention. They thought that if I contacted
them, I would trust the agent when he went to bring me in, and I wouldn�t try to resist.
At this point in the story I zoned out for a bit because I remembered every bit of that
conversation with the agent like it had happened yesterday. It felt like that was the beginning
of the end for me. I worried that I would never have a normal life again. I didn�t
stop Josh from talking because he seemed to get relief out of telling this story, as if
it had been pent up inside of him for way too long.
Josh finally got to the part I was most interested in: the head scientist�s plan for me. He
told me that the head scientist, he referred to him as Dr. Henry, had more sinister plans
for me than he was letting on. I almost screamed out �I knew it!� but I didn�t want to
interrupt Josh, I just wanted to know the real story. But inside I was conflicted, happy
that I was right about Dr. Henry, but worried about what his real plan was.
Josh told me that the original government plan was exactly what Dr. Henry told me, that
they were trying to see if the infection could be used to create a genetically enhanced human
race. But Dr. Henry was unsatisfied with this plan, as he felt travel to other planets was
still so impractical that this research would go nowhere. He decided instead that he would
try and learn to control the infection�s powers through suggestion, and under the ruse
of developing a superior human race he could instead develop the most powerful weapon the
world has ever seen. The agents chasing me were just following orders, and they had no
idea what Dr. Henry was trying to accomplish. Josh told me that he was in a meeting where
Dr. Henry told the other scientists that �the power required to reach the core of the Earth
is greater than any nuclear weapon known to man. Whoever can possess and control a weapon
this powerful will surely become the most influential person in the world.� Josh said
he was shocked that the other scientists did not find this disturbing, as they were all
nodding their heads in agreement. Perhaps it was to save them from Dr. Henry�s wrath,
or perhaps they were also blinded by the potential the infection had to offer. It was at that
moment Josh knew he had to help me escape, and stop Dr. Henry using any means necessary.
I then asked Josh about what happened during the tests, as it bothered me to no end that
I could not remember anything after I was sedated. Josh told me that the tests were
a greater success than even Dr. Henry could have imagined. When I was under his control
he worked to train me, to mold the infection inside of me into producing something both
useful and destructive. Over the course of the weeks I had been there, Dr. Henry was
able to harness the infection into producing powerful results. Josh told me that I learned
to harness the fire from my body, shooting it out in different directions as a weapon.
In addition, if Dr. Henry instructed me to, I could heat my body up to a hot enough temperature
to then create an explosion wave, one that instantly destroyed anything in its path.
This was most likely what caused the initial earthquake, but Josh said that no scientist
on Earth could accurately describe what occurred that night. Josh said that with each time
sleeping I grew stronger, as my powers became more refined with additional nights of practice.
Dr. Henry became more excited as each day passed, as seeing my strength increase only
increased the amount of power he felt he could obtain. Josh told me he had witnessed a few
of the tests, and that it was like nothing he had ever seen before. He said that nuclear
weapons would be no match for the amount of power I had shown.
I couldn�t believe what I was hearing. I was unknowingly being used as a weapon by
a crazy scientist who wanted to take over the world. These things only happen in comic
books, or Marvel movies, not to me. This didn�t feel real.
All of a sudden I was jostled out of my daydream by the sound of sirens. They had found us.
Josh told me he had prepared for them to find us. �To be honest, I never expected us to
get this far away,� he said, �but I have a plan.� He said that before escaping the
lab with me he stole a few syringes filled with the chemical that Dr. Henry had been
using to train me. He told me that initially telling me not to fall asleep was so that
I would not drift off accidentally while in the car, and that he now wanted to use the
infection to help us further escape. But I would have to trust him to control me.
I thought about it and said, �I trust you at this point since we have gotten this far,
sedate me and get it over with.� Josh looked at me nervously and said �actually I wasn�t
able to get any of the sedative. You are going to need to fall asleep on your own.� At
this point I gave him what could only be described as a look of sheer indignation, and I gathered
all my energy and yelled �How the hell am I supposed to fall asleep when the government
is closing in on us? Who knows what they will do to us if we are captured!� Josh told
me to try and relax, and think about anything but our current predicament.
I reclined back in the front seat of the car, closed my eyes. I felt Josh tighten his belt
around my upper body, as a way to restrain me long enough to inject the chemical. I tried
to think about anything I could. I thought about my parents and wondering about the next
time I would see them, if ever. I made a quick promise to call them as soon as we got out
of dodge. I finally settled on thinking about sports, something that could always distract
me. Were the Red Sox good enough to win the World Series this year? They could be, but
the Cubs are also so good that it would be hard. What about the Bruins? It�s probably
going to be a few more years before they can go deep into the playoffs, but I can�t lose
hope. I felt the sheer tiredness begin to take over
and I could feel myself drifting off. In the driver�s seat, Josh looked over and realized
I was close to being asleep, and he slowly pulled the car off to the side of the road.
It was here that we would make our stand together. After about five more minutes, Josh watched
as my eyes began to glow. It was time. As Josh heard the sirens getting closer and closer,
he injected the chemical into my arm.
Dr. Henry paced back and forth in his office, waiting for news on the escaped subject. �How
could we have possibly let him slip away?� Dr. Henry said aloud to himself. He thought
about Josh, and he cursed at himself for not noticing the signs of dissent. Josh had always
been the first one to volunteer to bring food to the subject, always the voice in the room
telling Dr. Henry to be careful with the experiments. �How foolish of me to trust him,� Dr.
Henry thought, �I will be keeping the rest of my actions far away from the other scientists.�
Dr. Henry was jostled out of his thoughts by an agent opening the door to his office.
The agent informed him that they had located the car that Josh was driving, and the subject
was indeed still with him. He wanted to know what the orders were. The agents were tracking
the car, but had not yet made plans to move in. Dr. Henry asked the agent what he thought
the best option was. �Well sir I think we should be make sure we have enough agents
in case they have any tricks up their sleeves,� the agent suggested, �but I think we should
talk about what we do if they come out fighting.� Dr. Henry said, �I want the subject back
alive, tell your men that if they so much as leave a single scratch on him, that the
consequences will be severe. You need to come up with a plan that will make this happen.�
The agent thanked Dr. Henry for his time and left the room, telling him that the raid would
take place in a couple hours, and he would let him know the results as soon as possible.
Dr. Henry patiently awaited word from the agents, unable to relax until they had the
subject in custody and back safely in the lab. He started to nervously finish up some
work he had sitting on his desk. He was focused on figuring out how to increase the scope
of the infection�s powers, along with finding ways to better control the subject. He had
recently started using mice in experiments with the infection, and so far they had found
a very similar, albeit reduced, reaction to the virus. He was unable to perform the experiments
himself, so he spent a lot of time reviewing the notes of the other scientists. As he flipped
through the notes, trying to distract himself from the issue at hand, he noticed that one
of the scientists had written, �The infection�s effects seem to weaken when the mouse is exposed
to pieces of the meteorite. Sending a small piece of the meteorite off for testing to
ascertain its composition.� Dr. Henry sat back and thought about this
weakness. Even though he could not yet use this information to help him capture the subject,
maybe in the future it could be used as a way to keep the subject complacent with his
plans. He wrote himself a note to personally check on the results of the meteorite test
when it came back, wondering whether it was some sort of metal from space, or something
which could be found on Earth too. This could end up being the big break in the research
he was hoping for! But Dr. Henry was still worried that the subject�s
escape would be discovered by the government (whom he had still failed to tell), and an
investigation into his research would begin. The last thing he needed was the government
discovering that he had no interest in performing the research he had been commissioned for.
The phone on his desk rang. He quickly picked it up, only to be jostled by an intense booming
sound and screams from the receiver. He yells into the phone, �What is going on?� An
agent yelled into the phone that the infection had been activated, and that Josh was controlling
the subject�s every move. The agent cried out that the subject was unstoppable, and
that they were no match for the fire and explosions that were destroying everything around them.
All of a sudden the line went dead, and Dr. Henry was once again left to his own thoughts,
only this time he was truly in a panic. �That�s impossible! How could Josh control
the subject? Unless�.� Dr. Henry didn�t finish his thought, and instead took off sprinting
to the chemical storage room. He arrived and threw open the locked cabinet. Where some
of the chemical that had been used to control the subject once sat, the shelf was now empty.
Dr. Henry realized that Josh had enough of the chemical to last him and the subject weeks
on the run without needing to return to the lab.
Slowly I came to, quickly realizing I was lying across the backseat of Josh�s car.
He heard me moving around and he turned to make sure I was okay. I looked up at him and
asked him what happened. He told me that the chemical had worked, and I did whatever he
told me to. �It was such an adrenaline rush controlling you,� he said, �and the infection
has given you some incredible powers.� I asked Josh how we ended up getting away, and
that�s when he told me of the destruction that I brought upon the agents. He said there
were most likely no survivors, but it was what had to be done to save us from being
captured and prevent Dr. Henry from enacting his plan. I was conflicted. On one hand, I
was happy I was not waking up back on the table in the lab surrounded by scientists
who only wanted to use me as a weapon, but on the other hand I realized that I alone
was responsible for the death of many agents. They probably had families, kids, loved ones
who will all wonder how they died, yet will never know the real answer. This is something
I felt would haunt me for the rest of my life. Josh asked me why I was so quiet. I told him
that it was nothing and that I was just thinking. Josh told me we had to make a decision on
where to go. I asked him where we even were. He told me that the government lab was somewhere
in upstate Vermont, and that now we were near Burlington. He said we could either keep driving
to some unknown destination if I had one in mind, or we could find a motel to stay and
plan our next move. I told him we should go to the motel, but
we had to cover our tracks. I told him that Dr. Henry would most likely send more agents
to try and find us. We had to find a new car, and fast. �How are we possibly going to
find a new car,� Josh said to me, �it�s not like we can go steal one.� I finally
got enough energy to lose my cool. I yelled at Josh, and told him that people just tried
to kill us, and stealing a car is nothing compared to the crimes we have already committed.
Especially me, since now I�m a murderer. Josh sheepishly looked over at me and told
me that he didn�t think I should blame myself for the murders and that they were really
his fault. �I saw no other way to get us to safety,� Josh said, �and the easiest
way out was to use the infection�s destructive powers.�
Josh then agreed with me that we needed a new car, and that the only way we were going
to get one was to steal it. We made a plan. We decided to pull over on the side of the
highway, put the hood of the car up, and wait for someone to help us. We talked about what
would happen if a cop spotted us, but we both decided that Dr. Henry would not have reported
us as a fugitive yet, because at this point we knew what he planned to do with us. He
probably did not want this situation to make its way back to the government either. Who
knows how much he has told them about me at this point, but I was hoping that the government
did not know Dr. Henry�s plans, or else I was in more danger than I could possibly
imagine. I was unsure of who I could trust at this point, and I sure as hell was not
going to trust any government official right now.
As we stood on the side of the road trying to flag down a car to steal from a poor, unsuspecting
Good Samaritan, I had some time to reflect about what had happened after our escape.
I was so scared thinking about what would possibly happen to me if Josh and I were to
be captured. Would I be tried for murder? Would I be sent to jail for life, or forgiven
because of Dr. Henry�s plan for me? I thought about the infection. Would I ever be able
to sleep again without potentially destroying the world? Would this infection ultimately
kill me? The sound of a car honking took me away from
my thoughts. A car was stopping. Our continued survival depended on us stealing this car.
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