Bacteria Zombies
by Jim Kroswell
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The bacteria were traveling everywhere at great speeds. Everyone was quite afraid of them invading their bodies. The bacteria had minds of their own. They were hungry for people and the sustenance they provided. People slathered anti-bacterial gel from the tippy top of their heads to the toes on their feet, in an effort to pre-empt any invasion. Hospitals were overcrowded with people infected with the bacteria but they only served as more of a breeding ground, giving the bacteria even more victims. There were many hospitals that were overrun with the small bugs and some were turning away patients except for the most sick and dire cases. The bacteria were not man-made but they had been man-programmed. They were super bugs in every sense of the word, as not only were they immune from antibiotics, they had been injected with man-made DNA and programmed to do unspeakable things to the human body. People at first had thought it had just been a coincidence that the government had shut down all research for new antibiotics for the resistant bugs. Now it was becoming painfully obvious that they were incahoots with the biological research firms that were experimenting with new kinds of synthetic DNA being injected into E. Coli. It all seemed so natural when the ethics committess overseeing such practices said that they were not truly messing with nature, although environmental groups were up in arms. It did not seem as if they had an ulterior motive, it did not seem that they were planning an attack on the world and it did not seem as if they would change life as we knew it. But now it seemed clearer than crystal, and no one knew what to do about it.
Dr. Samuels sat behind his desk with his head in his hands. He had just come from one of the worst cases. Her head was dripping ooze and when she looked at him, her eyes barely able to stay in her head, as bacteria had eaten away most of her flesh, leaving a wet gooey mess, she begged and pleaded for him to make it all stop. He looked away as he could not bare to tell her that he did not know what to do. He had always been the powerful doctor, he had always been the back up, the one who had the answers when all of the others were clueless. Now he was the clueless one and it shook him with fear to his core.
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She lay with him in her arms. Her poor son had been his and his brown hair was becoming a mangled mess with blood. She did not even know exactly where the blood was coming from. She knew that every second that she sat with him, cradling him in her arms, she was at risk, that she too would be getting it soon. But it did not deter her. She could not shy away from her small son. She was his only comfort and joining him was her's. She brushed his matted her, she however did not dare kiss him. If she were going to get it, she needed to try to be healthy for as long as she could, for him. There were scavengers in the street. The world had turned chaotic and he was nothing more than something to be feed upon in this new reality. Her mind hungered for a solution, for a remedy, but it found no solace in thoughts. She played music and that is where she allowed her mind to be enwrapped. The saddest thing about this situation was that his father was Dr. Samuels, the famed doctor, and in this situation not even he could help. Although the couple had been estranged for years, Dr. Samuels advised the boy not come to the hospital, because that was where the worst of it was happening.
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Dr. Samuels tapped his yellow pencil on the desk. There had to be an answer. He felt as if a hug boulder hung over his head and