They had left the house. But Harwood's words still rang in Dylan's mind. " This may become our new world."

Dylan hated that man. Because his own life was ruined, countless numbers had died, The world was ruined, because of that man. Dylan hated this. Even if he wanted to die, he couldn't. He looked down at the floor and found an old, rusty nail. He looked at his gun.

Into the side of the gun, he carved the word "Calamity." He stared at the word for about five minutes, until Alyssa stopped the car. She got out and walked to a grocery store. " Why?" Lucas asked.

" Our food was in the truck." Alyssa said.

" So, you're gonna steal?"

" I was doing it before this." She said, taking a few things from the shelves. As they walked around, Viktor said. " Americans are so strange…"

" Hey, Viktor?" Alyssa said.

"What?"

" Shut up."

Dylan laughed. But they were interrupted. A man walked through the employees only door. He was holding a gun. Alyssa drew her gun, but kept it out of sight. The man surprised Dylan. He pistol whipped Dylan in the face Dylan's blood splattered on the floor. Alyssa shot her gun faster than the man anticipated. Unfortunately, her shot missed. Dylan stood and punched the man in the jaw. The man tackled Lucas who responded with another punch. The man went for Viktor and he managed to pistol whip him.

Viktor laughed. " It takes more than that to kill a Russian!" He grabbed the man's head and brought it down hard on his knee, Knocking the man unconscious.

" Well," Lucas said. " What now?"

Alyssa fired her gun. She dropped the clip on the dead man's body. Reloading, she said, " We leave and forget this happened."

" Wait," Dylan said. He took a folder from the man labeled in huge black letters, THE HARWOOD PROJECT. The folder had been hidden in the man's jacket, and looking through it, Dylan found a lot of his assumptions were right. Harwood started the infection, he planted the first doses in Russia, however, he didn't send anyone to plant them, he did it personally. " Well?" Molly questioned.

" Harwood started the infection in Russia. Then it spread. Harwood is dead, but we'll have to do a lot more to stop the infection." Dylan said.

" Stop the infection? Like we can do anything about it." Lucas said.

" We can. Look." Dylan tossed a sheet to Lucas that had information on an antidote. He read through it and said, " This is great, but we don't have the antidote."

" Way to state the obvious." Alyssa said.

" If we give a sample to scientists, they can duplicate it." Molly said.

" We just need a sample." Lucas said.

" Yeah." Dylan said. That was the only flaw in the plan. They didn't have a sample. Dylan looked desperately through the folder to find a way to get a sample, but no luck. Enraged, he cursed loudly and threw the folder to the floor.

Molly put a hand on his shoulder. " Dylan, calm down." He shook her away.