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and this is all that I’ve been told.”
    Washington interrupted: “That is because how it started is irrelevant now. And it is not what you need to know to successfully accomplish your mission. Dr. Winthrop may hold the answers we need—most importantly, how to bring this infection to an end.”
    “Simply put, as of now, Dr. Winthrop is the best bet the world has at beating this infection,” Moore concluded.
    Cash raised his hand, like a schoolboy waiting to be called upon.
    Moore hesitated, “Go ahead Cash.”
    “What does the infection do to people?”  
    Moore looked to Washington, who responded, “We don’t have enough information yet. All we know is that people have begun to act with random extreme violence, and are void of basic rational senses. And that it is contagious, and spreading at a lightning-fast rate.”
    “Extreme violence? Void of basic instincts?” Sharon piped up.
    Moore looked at her, “You have something to say, Corporal?”
    “You’re a Doctor, right?” she asked Washington, “Or a scientist? Or whatever creep you are, I expect you can share a bit more about the nature of the infected. The news is reporting that corpses are returning to life and eating people’s flesh. ‘Void of basic instinct’ sounds like just a bit of an understatement.”
    Washington smiled politely and turned to Moore. “Perhaps now is a good time, General?”
    Moore rubbed his temples, fighting a headache, then said, “Why the fuck not?”
    He flipped the remote and a video appeared on the screen.
    “Watch up children…and learn.”

 
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Peterson edged forward with curiosity as the projector flickered, then showed an image captured by a video camera documenting a procedure. A tired-looking doctor performed open heart surgery on an elderly woman. Her ribcage was open, and the doctor reached in and put a clamp on an artery. The beeping heart rate monitor suddenly flat-lined, emitting a sound all too familiar: a long, endless beep—the stopping of a heart.
    “You’re watching video from a teaching hospital in New York. We have been told this is patient Zero.” From his tone, it sounded like Moore has seen the video countless times; he paced away from the screen. “It’s amongst the first documentation we had.”
    Washington stepped in. He seemed to take a perverted joy in outlining the situation.
    “Marcy Grey was a ninety one year old woman who had lived a conservative life. Grinding her way through a nine-to-five job, she never got married, never had children, and had no one to mourn for her as her heart stopped on a sterile operating table at New York Central Hospital. The Doctor was making a last attempt to save her. Her old body just gave way.”
    The video’s audio became louder than Washington. “We lost her, doctor,” the anesthesiologist said blandly. The doctor snapped off his surgical gloves, responding with a routine voice: “Time of death, four-thirteen. Get her down to the morgue.” The doctor turned to the nurse: “And turn that damn monitor off. The sound is driving me crazy.”
    The flat-line machine went silent as the Nurse reached over and turned it off. Abruptly, she halted, looking at the patient in shock.
    Heart and chest cavity still open, Marcy Grey eyes had opened. She was looking at the nurse.
    “Doctor, she’s alive. She’s awake!” the nurse shouted, confused.
    A muffled shock spread throughout the operating room.
    “Damn machine!” the doctor yelled as he hurriedly placed his hand on the old lady’s heart, feeling for a beat. He looked into the eyes of Marcy Grey, who slowly looked back.
    The anesthesiologist quickly checked the readings.
    “There’s just no way!” he said with a shaking voice, “There’s no way she can be awake!”
    The doctor was overcome by anxiety, too. “Her heart’s not beating!”
    He slowly took his hand off her heart.
    “Just stay calm, Mrs. Grey, stay calm,” the doctor said, clearly not knowing what