Logan's P. O. V.

I glance out of the window. All I can see is swirling, dry dust. Nobody in their right mind would dare venture out into that. I have to work quickly. Soon, the power grid will turn off, and all of my work will be lost. I am in an old abandoned building. I am working to find a cure for a rare disease that was released into the United States by a group of extremists. Their goal is to wipe out all of humankind and create a superior race. They have dammed up all of the water in the states, preventing us from using it for power. Some of the elders died right away. The only ones that survived were the ones that found potable water. However, the extremists found out, and they shut off our main power supply. The air is too dusty to use solar power. All of our electronics were disabled by an electromagnetic pulse. The emergency grid uses gasoline. It is one of the reasons that we are still alive. Slowly, it is running out of power. When it is completely drained, we will be forced to succumb to the disease. If we have electricity, we have the power. Some people managed to flee the country. So far, the extremists are only in the US. If they catch someone trying to flee, they have them publicly executed. Fewer and fewer people are escaping.

I study the speck of blood under my microscope. Bacteria squirms, multiplying before my very eyes. This is a strain of bacteria that I have never seen before in all of my years as a doctor. I have managed to find the vaccine for it, but I need power to manufacture it. I have only 100 vaccines. Almost the whole United States is affected. I need to get out of this country so that I can mass produce the cure.

Brianne's P. O. V.

I stop behind the bushes by the guard tower. There are three guards on duty, two of which have dogs. Spotlights scan the area. If something moves while in the spotlight, the machine guns are activated, and that thing is killed. I've seen it happen many times before. Slowly, I creep forward. I hear rowdy laughter and realize that the guards are drunk. Finally, a stroke of luck! I wait until the spotlights pass, then dart forward. I take cover behind a tree. The next spotlight passes, and I sprint until I am at the fence. The fence is about ten feet tall, with triple strand barbed wire at the top. Very few people get past the fence. I take a deep breath and start the treacherous climb to freedom.

Logan's P. O. V

I sneer out of the lab carrying the vaccines. I am going to deliver all but one to my friends in the hospital. I need one so that I can recreate more without starting from scratch. I run to the hospital, deliver the vaccines, and then make my way towards the border. There are fences blocking Canada and Mexico's borders. The water is now so polluted that nobody dares to try and swim in it, for fear of becoming sicker. My lab is in Arizona, right next to the Mexico border. There are usually five guards patrolling each section of the fence, but there have been fewer and fewer attempts to leave. Perhaps the security will be lax. I pick up my pace until I am almost running. At last, I can see the fence. I slow, then duck behind some nearby foliage. There are three guards, two of which have dogs. I hold my breath and wait to see if more guards appear. They don't, so I creep forward quickly, avoiding the spotlights. I am almost to the fence when the dogs start barking.

Disease Victim's P. O. V.

I have had the disease for nearly a week. I have survived longer than most. Most die within days. My limbs are weak, and I have pus filled sores all over my body. I am one of the lucky ones. The unfortunate ones that have already died claimed that the disease was eating them from the inside out. It starts with the muscles, then attacks the bones. Finally, it attacks the organs. My muscles are completely gone. I always have a dull ache in my bones. At first, I was crippled with pain. Now, I barely feel anything. The end is coming. I know and accept that. Even as the disease attacks my bones, I hold on. I fight. No matter how much pain I go through, I will fight until the bitter end. So bring it on disease. Bring it on!

Brianne's P. O. V.

I freeze as the dogs start barking. Hopefully they just see another animal. "Shut up!" one of the guards growls. I breath a sigh of relief and continue climbing. Only five more feet to go! I stop and catch my breath. Slowly, I scan the foliage for signs of other guards. I am almost ready to start climbing again when I see him. He is crouched low, and I almost miss him, but he shifts his weight. It is a slight movement, but a movement nonetheless. I freeze. He is at the fence, waiting for the perfect moment to climb. He doesn't see me. I hear one of the dogs barking and see it straining at its leash. I hold my breath and pray that the guard won't come investigate. The man pushes himself up against the fence, almost forcing me to lose my grip. I quietly hiss, and the man looks up. He seems surprised to see someone on the fence. I motion for him to be quiet. He nods towards the guards and I realize that it is safe to climb again. Quickly, I shimmy up the fence. The man starts climbing as well, and he soon catches up to me. I am surprised. He climbs effortlessly, not even thinking about what he is doing. Soon, we are both at the barbed wire. He holds the strands down and climbs over. I do the same. I am about to lift my leg over the fence when the first shot rings out.

Logan's P. O. V.

I am almost to the ground when I hear the shot. I look back up the fence. The woman I met is still on the fence, getting ready to pull her leg over the barbed wire. She is frozen, terrified that the guards had shot at something. I look back and see a dead animal on the ground. So that's why was shot! I motion for the woman to keep climbing. At last, she starts moving again. She lifts her leg over with considerable grace, then starts to climb down. She stops for a moment, and the fence chain rattles. I hold my breath, praying that the guards didn't notice. The dogs start barking again. This time, the guards investigate. The woman drops the last five feet to the ground. I watch as her ankle turns. She cries out once, then clamps her mouth shut as she realizes her mistake. The guards whirl and manage to squeeze off one shot before falling to the ground. The woman jerks, and for a second, I think that she has been shot. The guards get up and walk away. Slowly, she gets up and sprints over to me. I let out a sigh of relief. It looks like she is okay, but then I realize that she is limping. When she is hidden, she collapses by me. I nudge her. She doesn't move.