There was no noise but for the rain. The air was stagnant with tension.

“What…?” The red-haired man examined his weapon. No bullets in the chamber, nor the magazine.

“What the hell were you thinking?! You can’t just open fire on some poor girl! Have you gone insane?!” I screamed. Thank God I had thought to remove the bullets from the pistol the previous night.

“Alren, you’re an idiot. A gun happy moron. She doesn’t have the fever! Look!” My breath came out in gasps, trying to get over the combination of shock and anger that wracked my body.

“Well then, doctor, you said the same thing about that man in the safe house a week ago! Now looks where it’s landed us!” He kicked a nearby pew, the cracking of wood reverberated across the room.

As angry as I was, Alren was right to be suspicious. The virus was usually lysogenic, simply weaving itself into the DNA of the host until something activated it. There was almost no way of knowing if it was there. That’s why the United Republic had debated it’s use as a chemical weapon for so long. It could spread so fast without a trace. And it did.

That’s why the outbreak happened when it did.

That’s why we were in that chapel in the first place.

The End

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