So far the disease had cropped up in 5 different towns ...

... and the CDC had quietly quarantined Washington from the rest of the US. No flights, no cars, no pedestrians even, were allowed to cross the state line, either in or out. If Trump had built his wall here it would be doing some actual good. 
Reports were coming in everyday of more people becoming infected but still there was no information about what it was, where it came from, or how to treat it. One minute you were you, and 5 days later all that remained of you was a puddle of thick black-blue ooze and 2 femur bones. For some reason these were left intact. 
So far the towns affected were close together and the containement zone had stopped it from spreading further - for now at least. It helped that the sea ran along one side of the area affected. Less on-the-ground man power needed. A couple of Navy ships were all they needed. The powers that be want to keep this as hush hush as possible for as long as possible. Widespread panic always ends badly.
I was sent from Seattle to Morton Bay, one of the affected towns to try and find the source, and hopegully a cure, for the outbreak. Although i dont feel we are making much progress. Its like looking for a needle in a haystack in the dark. So many factors to consider it feels like a near impossible task. 
I know my days are now numbered. We need more test subjects so we can find out more and if one of them is me, so be it. There is a little comfort in knowing that as soon as those first black patches start to appear on my skin and my bones weaken, I know it will end soon. At least I have no family my death will affect. The other guys here may die and their families may never know because all outside contact is forbidden. Its not cool to die as part of a covert government operation if no one knows about it! My 7 year old self is excited for it though, even if my 37 year old self doesnt quite so much! So far I have been lucky. Whatever is causing this thing hasnt got into me. 
I have a good support team here and the lab they have set up for us is better than any lab i have ever worked in. Its great having all the resources at my fingertips for a change but it also seems a massive waste because we dont know what to look for nor where. This equipment would be better used in hospitals and labs that deal with real people who need real help - finding a cure for cancer rather than a cure for ... well, whatever this is.
Morton Bay is quite a nice little town beside the sea. Theres a pier restaurant that under other circumstances would be an amazing spot to spend a lunch. Not that the town have given up. Yes, news spread like wildfire about this mysterious disease turning its residents into puddles of goo but they are going on with their everyday business regardless. The man in the hardware store said it was like being in season again, with all these people around - thats us, some local government tools, and some military support. Theyve tried to keep numbers down but the boys at the top dont care how many lives they risk ... or sacrifice.
We are being kept at a cosy bed and breakfast right down by the water. The sound of the waves crashing and rolling is the most soothing sound i have ever been lulled to sleep by, and when its dark and sleep is pending i can forget where i am and what i am doing. Its pure peace.
Im recording this but i dont know who will watch it, if anyone actually will, but i feel the need to leave something behind. Some THING tangible, because if this virus takes me out there will be nothing tangible about whats left! Im keeping this little log a secret because the feds or whoever is here with us will certainly destroy it. If you are watching this then you have found one of the micro SD cards i have secreted somewhere safe. Ive numbered them all so you know where in the chain of events you are. This is day 7 but its the first real record im sharing with you.
I cant predict what may happen in the days ahead, but let this be a record that marks the events of September 2016. Im doctor Robert Kyle, and i hope we make it through this.

To be honest I didn't like this prompt at all. I felt like I was constantly battling cliche and movies no matter where I took the story. 
This will be one that will go in the slush pile! 


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