Free E Virus: The Diary of a Modern Day Girl (Book 2): The Path of Destruction by Jessica Ward

sense of humour as well as having one of the best laughs I have ever heard in my entire life. He was a typical English eccentric; he probably picked that particular trait up from the years he spent in Cambridge. I can imagine a lot of professors, educators and even students behaving that way. It was a completely different culture.
    Now although I had never been to Cambridge, I have heard stories. For example, bicycles clog up the roads more than the cars. Apparently driving around Cambridge is that much of a nightmare, the locals have given up on cars completely, and resorted to cycling.
    That’s probably the main reason why I haven’t visited. I cannot stand cycling. Don’t get me wrong I have nothing but admiration for those who do. I couldn’t do it; just the thought of Lycra pants, helmets and exercise makes me cringe. I barely survived my Cadet training over at the base; I wasn’t really in a rush to repeat that.
    I preferred cars. They were much more comfortable. They got you where you needed to go a short amount of time. Plus with the cars of today they came complete with Bluetooth, USB ports, sat-nav, cameras, climate control, I could even check the weather forecast in my car.
    Most importantly, they provided protection from the wind, rain, snow and any other unfortunate elements.
    However, Cambridge wasn’t just the home of cyclists. It was also home to a rather strange past time “Punting”. Now for those that don’t yet know a “punt” refers to a flat bottom boat, the only way I can describe it is pretty much half like a raft and half like a gondola. Anyway “Punting” is how the people of Cambridge navigate through their river systems.
    I have never tried it myself, but on the rare summer days it seemed a great way to spend the day in the sun.
    We were all stood around, in the middle of the road I might add, waiting for the tyre to be replaced. The cold icy wind ran through me, I could see clouds of steam in my breath.
    “It’s freezing” Lacey moaned.
    “You’re telling me” I agreed “Let’s just wait for them in the car” I suggested.
    George waited outside; he didn’t seem all that bothered about the cold. Even in old age, he was still a tough nut.
    The Professor was a little more sensitive. Just as we were; he wasn’t built for the outdoors. We all piled into the 3 series, Lacey pushed the mountain of chocolate bars Paul had rescued to one side, making way for the Professor.
    “Professor, I’ve been meaning to ask, how far have you come with your research on the infected?” I asked. I was curious. I had seen the Professor in the sorting office, he was busy scribbling down something. I knew him well, I had no doubt he had already come up with some new theories.
    The Professor smiled. “Well my dear, I’m glad you asked. I’m sure you have noticed some strange behavioural traits amongst the hosts. Well my research at the base showed me that this particular virus is fully capable of adapting to its environment.”
    “How so?” Lacey asked intrigued.
    “Well, I tested the virus in various temperatures. I introduced liquid nitrogen at one point, and still the virus thrived. Even at boiling point, the virus still clung onto life.”
    The professor carried on “This particular virus is an incredibly intelligent life form. In my most recent research I resorted to starving the virus, to see if that would make any difference.”
    “And did it?” I asked.
    “Unfortunately I lost my work when the base became overrun. I wasn’t able to complete my research.” He replied sadly.
    I was about to question him on his new findings when we were interrupted by a loud screech, out in the distance. The sound echoed all around us.
    Great, the sound was coming from the same place we were heading. I looked over to the boys, making sure they were ok.
    They looked like a group of Meerkats. They all looked up and were facing in the direction the screech was coming from. After a few seconds they