"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK! C'mon, move it god dammit!" I was furious, my daughter was sick, and traffic wouldn't budge. Looks like I not the only one going to the hospital.
"Dad, are we almost there, the bite is starting to get some weird stuff on it." My daughter asked from the backseat.
"Almost honey, just a few more minutes." I tried to remain calm while talking to her, making sure to not take my anger out on the only thing giving me hope in these times of need. The past few days I've been reading about some fungus spreading through crops, making people sick. One of those sick people, my dad, went off the deep end and bit Sue, my daughter, while we were visiting him since he wasn't feeling too good. We managed to lock him in his room before he caused any more problems, immediately after I called the police. They told us to go to the hospital, which is what we're trying to do now.
"Daddy it hurts." She said, in a whiney voice.
"I know, it'll be okay, were almost there." I lied. We were miles away, only moving a few feet a minute. I was fed up with this bull shit, and Sue wasn't getting any better sitting in the backseat, so I managed to pull my car over to the side of the road, turned it off, and grabbed Sue from the backseat and started booking it to the checkpoint the military set up. This disease must be really bad to have checkpoints set up, I thought. I peered down at the bite on Sue's wrist, she was right, it was getting, well, growing weird stuff.
"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing buddy?" I heard to my left, looking over to see a man stepping out of his car. "If we gotta wait you do too!" He yelled, stepping closer.
"Listen man, my daughter is bit, we need to get to the hospital." I replied, holding my hand out for him to stop. As he heard about the bite, fear grew in his eyes, and he took a step back, reaching for something behind him. The next thing I knew, a revolver was aimed at my daughter, then to me, and back at her.
"Let me see it." He said calmly. I stood in shock as he repeated the statement, louder. I walked closer and held out my daughter's arm, who I didn't realize was unconscious. The bite was worse than it was a few moments ago, I could see her veins, black and bulging, running up her arm. "Put her down."
"What?"
"Put. Her. Down." He repeated.
Right before I could do what he said, Sue woke up, violently spitting blood on my chest, trying to scratch and bite me. In surprise, I dropped her to the ground and backed up a few feet.
"What are you going to do?" I asked the man, and before he could answer, a single gunshot rang through the streets.
