[non-writer] Warning: Might be graphic for some
Earlier this year. . .
Private computer screen, investment purchase by a shadowy figure: Buy 50,000 shares at $3.42 ERFPharm.
$171,000.00 Received, transaction complete.
Thank you for using our services.
Exit screen, computer goes blank.
Several days ago. . .
You look at the newspaper as you drink your morning coffee. Same old garbage headlines ‘Ebola Spreading through Africa’, ‘Terrorists Threaten
Putin, Pope and Obama – We are Coming for You’, ’New Case of Ebola in Atlanta’, ‘Protest Against Justin Bieber’s Performance at Radio
City’. You throw the paper down on the stack of old newspapers wondering why you still subscribe in this day and age. Finish coffee, off to work!
Madison Square Garden, present time. . .
You quietly sit by sipping watery beer and enjoy watching the New York Rangers destroy the Minnesota Wild as you begin to notice a slight headache
coming on, near your temples. Looking around, you hear in the distant background the sound of a child crying, faint over the roar of passionate fans.
As your attention turns to the ice once again your eyes start to blur and you feel an annoying scratchiness tugging at the back of your throat.
Heartburn maybe? You unconsciously blame that hotdog you ate moments earlier, deciding some cold water will help if it worsens? You rise unsteadily
from your seat spilling the half consumed beer on your lap splashing the man next to you. He gazes harshly at your actions. As you try to apologize
they suddenly jump up and race ascending the long row of stairs leading to the concession area. You look behind, nothing. You turn your head back
again but this causes you to stumble having to grab the seat next to you for support. You just can't make sense of what’s happening. An allergic
reaction? Here? Now? During the middle of a hockey game in this large open air-conditioned place, impossible! You look over at some people and they
all seem fine. Hold it together; they will think you’re flaking out! Just like another idiot drunk or drug addict that pushed their own limits too
far, like most of us have experienced once or twice in our lifetimes or maybe not. You start to feel threatened by them, you’re losing control.
Paranoia is taking hold with a fury. Your nose is stuffed up now, harder to breath. A sudden stab of pain in your gut hits you like a kick in the
groin, then one last look toward those people. F*** it, you’re out of here! You head for the hall climbing the, what seems, endless stairs upward.
Someone runs past you yelling knocking you into the seat of another. Legs feel like rubber, only a few more stairs as you wipe the sweat from your
forehead. At the hall you notice people on the ground, some look as if they are convulsing, others are screaming. Off in the distance you see 2 people
in hazmat uniforms running toward the now roaring stadium. A vise tightens under your chest; you fall to your knees. The pain is so great you let out
a guttural howl, but no sound exits your dry, now torn throat. Looking around many are pushing their way out of the stadium area, running, screaming,
crying. You’ve got to move, get up, get up, get the f*** up! You shout at yourself. Eventually you shove your way through toward the bathrooms being
pushed spinning, staggering as nausea hits you! Harder to gain composure, you stare blankly across at a father carrying a young girl’s limp body.
His face is showing all the fear, anguish, pain and helplessness of humanity in a mere instance. For that second time stands still as has happened
before, when an image will remain forever with you. Finally, you made it to the bathroom. Fifteen stalls, some have people lying out of them on the
floor, you make your way to the closest one as your head cracks against the floor. You raise your hand; you see the blood you’ve slipped on, it’s
all over you. Crawling for the wall now, you vomit again, then lean back. Then another debilitating convulsion, a hot knife of pain, then an
uncontrollable spasm as your bowels and bladder empty, soaking your already soaked clothes. What’s happened? Dazed and confused, you try to move
your legs, they crumble. You’re gasping for air as your throat squeezes shut. You hear people screaming and crying for help from everywhere. Bodies
of people in different stages of pain are mixed now with those lying on the floor. Your eyes start to shut, losing consciousness, that fuzzy black and
white static starts to overcome your field of vision. You see a white glove and feel the faint pinch of a needle at your neck as you drift away.
Soon after on the news. . .
This is a Breaking Story from the React News Network. The thin, voluptuous, well dressed female reporter adjusts her ear piece as the camera centers
in on her face. She speaks, “We have a breaking news story out of Manhattan occurring right now. Several locations including Madison Square Garden,
the Museum of Natural History, Radio City Music Hall and unconfirmed subway locations have been targeted with what appears to be a terrorist attack.
Reports are coming in as I speak of several hundred dead and this number is expected to get much higher. The mayor has issued a warning for all to
remain where they are or seek shelter nearby immediately, as Fema and other Federal agencies try to gain control of this fluid situation. It appears
they used a weaponized form of the Ebola Virus though we don’t have an official statement by the CDC as of yet. Please stay indoors. . . . . . .”
Later that night martial law is instituted for the tri-state area. . .
Soon after that, the president makes a brief statement. The usual pre-written rhetoric “Brought to Justice”, “Our Resolve”, “and Must
Act”. . . . . . .
Sometime, day’s later. . .
You awake in a cold white room lying face up on a bed. A nurse runs over with a chart franticly checking off things with her pen. Too tired to move,
you can’t speak; a doctor runs in and says here’s another one. The doctor barks commands at the nurse to run more blood tests, continue sedation
and post 2 guards at the door never once acknowledging your presence. The nurse leaves as another doctor arrives, the two start a discussion. The
doctors talk about an attack on LAX International that no one knew about at first. This attack coincided with the events in Manhattan except the
strain used in LAX had a three week incubation period. The nurse returns with a syringe, your eyes close.
Two months after the attack. . .
This is a Breaking Story from the React News Network. The same thin, voluptuous, well dressed female reporter. She speaks again, “We have breaking
news, the cure for ebola has been discovered and tested by the Ebola Research Foundation today. Reports are already coming in that this new
revolutionary type of treatment will soon rid the world of this plague. After the terrorist attacks on the US and the global outbreak that ensued, the
scientist who made this discovery is sure to win the Nobel Peace Prize. He has been invited to the White House by President Obama to speak tomorrow
night along with many other world leaders. President Obama states we can all rest assure that the US government will make all attempts to see that
everyone receives this expensive new cure.”
Future. . .
Private computer screen, investment review by a shadowy figure: 50,000 shares at $432.42 ERFPharm.
Your account has $21,621,000.00
Thank you for using our services.
Exit screen, computer goes blank.
edit on 9/4/2014 by AnteBellum because: (no reason given)