Fear the Dead 7
"A Simple Cure"
Author's note: Shifting away from the main story a bit...away from Tobias and onto other characters of this television series. But trust me, Tobias is not gone, he will return, and maybe with a vengeance...we'll see.
This chapter is about a woman who had a kind heart, and was a genuine caregiver...she may have had dreams of becoming a doctor or nurse, someone that could make a difference in the medical field, however her dreams will never be realized...she is gone now, tragic.
Los Sin Alma...
It remained unknown what had caused the outbreak, or the reason why it was so difficult to identify...or to contain. People who were very experienced doctors and scientists were even baffled by this plague.
The conspiracy theorists were at peak level. They were using this as protocol to convey the dangers of government meddling (intervention). Their belief was that people in high positions had caused this. Humanity had become too big for itself... and that could lead to the doom of us all. Steps must be taken, a thinning was needed. Everybody had a boss, and the main boss had commanded his minions to do something about overpopulation. It was a major problem, a clear issue...and it needed to be addressed.
Of course this was all speculation, who really knew what was going on? Still, the conspiracy guys were saying that a springboard had been launched...created by scientists under the influence of a higher power. The idea was to eliminate those deemed less acceptable in a refined world, a new society.
Conspiracy propagandists were flaming. Those guys were convinced that the plague had been sanctioned by the RWC (Refined World Commission) a fictional organization invented by crazed conspiracy loons on the internet (but were they really loons?).
RWC was a group which accepted the responsibility of a viral outbreak. An epidemic which could doom the whole planet, not just the those targeted. They accepted the responsibility, and the elimination of over ninety percent of the world's population had begun.
There were underground sanctuaries out in the deserts already. Secret communities which could accommodate the rich and powerful.
People's hopes, their dreams, their desire to watch Monarch Butterflies flap their wings on a bright and shiny afternoon, were about to die.
The hopes of the single individuals would exist no longer...example, there may people whom expressed a desire to become the CEO of some major corporation someday, or some folk who may have wanted just to be your average, run-of–the-mill joes, a soccer mom...or baseball dad, those dreams would be crushed. Even some of the wealthy may need to be sacrifice...men were loosening their ties hoping that they, and their families would be spared.
Gold, that precious commodity, would be rendered almost useless during an event such as this, right (?), unless somebody had gold fillings within their mouth (there were some people actually robbing the infected and pulling out their gold teeth) and what of silver (?) that shiny metal which would serve no purpose during an apocalypse unless we were overrun by werewolves...
...too, what would be the valve of paper money, that currency in which people used to flaunt and flash around showing that they had tons of it. Well it would be useless...but useful if someone wanted to wipe their...well, you know, or maybe throw it onto a campfire to keep themselves warm during the night's chill (ironic wasn't it, the idea of actually having money to burn, literally).
Anyhow, the apocalypse had started; the question now was...who would still be around after it was all over?
***************** Nurse Liza **************
Elizabeth Ortiz would sacrifice much of herself to help with the comfort of others; even if it meant leaving her own son behind (only for a short time of course).
Whenever she had boarded that military truck en-root to the Treatment Center Liza knew that she would see her son again, she was certain of it.
This pandemic was serious; however it wasn't a global event, not yet (or so she was thinking). No, that was impossible.
Liza was of the mindset that this cotangent would be exposed soon...and then dealt with accordingly. Still, it was a rather aggressive/progressive disease. One that was well outside the range of normal epidemics (we were well due for one of those). However, the CDC had prepared a remedy, one which would wipe out this virus. A simple cure that would be effective. Did this virus know who it was messing with (?) the human race, and we did not cotton well to the killing off of our own, that was unacceptable. That bitch virus was about to die, and Liza would feel good that she had helped.
A cure was bound to be on the way...she was certain. And it would be arriving at any moment. (the naivety of the human race had cultivated, our arrogance had told us that we could not be defeated...we were so wrong)
Liza felt that soon this would be over. Still, the horror that thousands of people had perished before a remedy could be administered...that would certainly create a dilemma.
...Explaining to a family member that their loved one was gone because the cure for their illness had not arrived in time...that would be a hard sell.
Liza was glad that her son was safe with his father, Travis. And she felt confident that they would be reunited.
Sunny days were still to come...and if it were on a beach, then that was all the better.
END PART 7