Placing a hand over her head, her throbbed and asked. She winced alittle, raising up and positioned herself upon her palm. Looking around with blurred vision, the surroundings were temporarily pixelled.

Her vision finally cleared as she stood up and saw one familiar person she knew.

"Mummy?" the woman she knew, stood before her in silence and smile. Signalling silence then whispered.

"You are going to die." Miriam glanced confused and gaspily answered. "What?"

Both hands spring and clawed the hand which had grasped her throat. Gasping for breathe, eyes widened as brokenly cried. "Why?"

"Don't you know? The world will be better without you in it. So you must die. Better yet, should had killed you years ago." said the imposter, as it stood in the presence of her beloved foster mother. Tears of confusion, despair wet her cheeks. Continued to claw upon the hands around her throat.

"You should never be born, no one will she'd a tear of your passing." the fiend hissed. "Time to die."

Miriam glared into her eyes, cold and black. Clawing and slapping to break free, her eyes rolled backwards and lost consciousness.

Private Riley looked over his shoulder and said. "Curious what she could be dreaming about?" canidate Morris glanced back, looking his shoulder and replied.

"Whatever it is, or was. Her nightmare has only begun."

"What about the others?" he wondered. "You're getting soft, canidate." major smith said.

"Four look helpless, innocent." mortis replied.

"They're animals. They're not human." major smith glared, cold and heartless.

Morris didn't argue or even though he felt something indifferent and somewhat wrong. "Now, if we are done discussing about the prisoners. Would like to get back to base before sunrise."

Meanwhile mayor's office

Mayor charman, sat in his chair frustrated and impatiently waiting for the promised paperwork. Reading over his own, whilst the cameras are prepped for recording. Editing his speech and reread once again. Slightly glanced over his speech cards, inviting the visitor inside.

"Come in." The door opened and his secretary said. "They're ready for you, Mr mayor."

"I'll be there in a moment." he answered and his secretary smiled, closed the door. Mayor charman sighed, pushed back and stood up from his chair. Grabbing his speech cards and walked around his desk. Grabbing the handle and opened the door, leaving his office.

Walking to the waiting room full of reporters and cameras waiting to record a live report of updates and curriculum for the citizens of New York.

elsewhere, St John's hospital

The corridors, flooded with infected patients and more continued to be brought in. Emergency room was overwhelmed and full.

Dr kirks walked through each corridor, exhausted and frustrated. Two nurses approached him with a clipboard of completed forms.

"Another eight patients have been brought in and three are teenagers." one nurse said.

"Teenagers? How old exactly?" Dr kirks asked.

"14 and 15, doctor." the second nurse replied. Removed his glasses, exhaled tiredly and covered his eyes with his thumb and middle fingers, lightly squinted his eyes closed. "Doctor?"

"Continue with all we can. Have to make them comfortable." Dr kirks instructed.

The nurses molded and walked away, return to the nurse station.Dr kirks turned and glared in the window, watching the grieving family as they waited for answers whilst their family member laid on life support.

He couldn't imagine the stress and pain, the patients were enduring but he and the hospital staff were doing all they can, whilst exposing themselves to a unknown outbreak, they have no control over.

"How did it come to this?" he wondered.