Sorry for spelling errors. I used my phone this time so it wasn't easy.

The rain drums against the roof, the muggy feel of late April fills the lab. I sit back in my chair studying the ceiling as Tom hisses under his breath. A small drop of watered down acid touched his hand, and probably left some sort of burning sensation. I have done it myself many times before. Drew moans sleepily across from me. He and I had been deep in conversation, or what little of it we could have.

He was growing more and more intelligent each day. I could see it in his eyes when he'd understand something. They'd light up, and look a little less dead each time. Even his skin was staying in place pretty well. I commend Felix for his good work.

Rose and Kelly were talk while drinking coffee in the kitchen right off the lab, Kelly's loud laughter echoed through the room. A clock ticks somewhere, annoying me. The sterile white room adds to my boredom.

Eve, Lina and Bennett were discussing some sort of mathematical equation, and what it might mean. It doesn't sound very fascinating, so I choose to ignore it. Grace, Josh, Jasmine, and Phooko were eating at the small table in the corner of the room. It's not very sanitary and a little disturbing how comfortable they are eating around toxins such as these. Toxins that Felix was freely toying with, like some sort of child and dolls. He smiles to himself every now and then, seeming very intrigued by his own research.

Phooka and Mason are playing a game of chess, although both look like they have no clue what they're doing. Logan has joined Tom and Felix in their studying of the soon to be cure.

And I sit here on the couch, staring at the ceiling, while history is in the making.

I decide it's about time I do something. I stand up and walk over to the kitcgen and open the refrigerator door. I pull out a can of spam and some bread that had somehow survived until now.

I lay tge bread down on a napkin and layer spam slices, government cheese, and mustard onto it.

Then I pull up a chair next to Rose and Kelly, and take a bite into that beautiful sandwhich. Yeah, tons better than footprints on the moon.

Fluffy hops on the chair next to me and tries to take a bite of my sandwich. I smack his nose and he looks ashamed of himself.

"So..." I say to no one in particular.

"We were just talking about how nice it is to be back in America." Rose says as though being in anotger country had made a difference.

"Good to be home." Kelly agrees.

"I suppose..." I say quietly. We had only arrived yesterday. It is a ghost town for as far as I can see. Even in the city, there don't seem to be any survivors.

I stand from my chair and grab my jacket that was hanging near the door.

"I'll be back before it gets dark." Is all I say before exiting.

The streets are full of debree, and it seems the best way to pass all of it would be using a bike. I approache the nearest motorcycle and recall what I learned in an auto engineering class in freshman year.

I successfully hotwire the bike and it starts without a problem.

With nearly a full tank of gas, I hop on the bike and see what I can remember about riding one.

It seems as though it was the only house untouched by chaos. It stood tall and full of pride as if it had one a great battle.

I enter through the front door, where furniture was toppled over as if someone had been in a big hurry. A family portrait hangs sideways on the wall, the frame cracked, almost like it is showibg the sudden seperation of each member.

On a mantel, a picture of an estrange group of people lined up outside a military base lays.

I walk through the halls to find the room I have been looking for. A secret door, that at first glance appears to be a cabinet for towels and bed sheets. But it turned to reveal a tunnel that lead to a pristine, sterile room.

Everything was neatly in it's place. Which leads to the conclusion that my family has not come back. And are likely dead.

I suck in a deep breath and search through the files lined on a shelf. Hepatitis, Meningitis, Pokerus, Malaria, H1N1... CoproSomnera.

I pull the folder out and open it to the first page that holds a sketch of a human in the early stages of infection. The next page is a sketch of how the average zombie brain works. I skip through to see if I can find what I'm looking for. Finally I come upon a page...

"I'm back." I say to the quiet room. Felix was fast asleep in one of the chairs, while the others ate silently.

"We're having soup tonight." Lina says. I sit down at the table and we eat in silence. When the last person is done, Mason pulls out a deck of cards and deals them. We play a quiet game of Texas Hold 'Em while I wait to show Felix what I found.

Finally we hear shuffling as Felix appears at the doorway. He looks slightly confused and seems to take his time. Eventually it seems to dawn on him that he's supoosed to be doing something important, and he shuffles back to the lab.

I follow him in hopes that he'll be awake enough to understand me. I hand him the folder and he flips through the pages.

He furrows his brow and looks at me, "What is this?"

"It's research my mom did during the last apocalypse. I thought it might help you." I shrug.

"I don't think it will." He sighs, setting the book down. "But thank you."

"But... she wrote in the cure..."

"That may have stopped the original infection, but these zombies are immune to whatever cure was used in the past, otherwise the outbreak would have been contained." Felix explains. I sigh, my hopes being burtally destroyed by Felix's words.

"That's strange..." He says removing his attention from his work. I follow his gaze to a set of tvs displaying images of security cameras. I don't notice anything to interesting about the footage until he adds, "The wind must've really picked up on just that one side of the building."

He's right, the debree was flying around everywhere at a fast pace.

A female voice behind us speaks up, "I wonder what is causing that..." Eve says.

Just a few chapters left. (:

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