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morning, and tried to think of the details that were mentioned on the radio, but his thoughts were slow in coming. He wasn’t sure if this was it, but if it was, he needed to warn his brother. He didn’t want to overreact, but he couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to him.
    “You gonna make it Doc?” he asked. The man was not looking good and Kyle was to the point where he was going to have to pick him up if he didn’t help move his own weight.
    “Feel sick,” he complained. “Sounds about right,” Kyle thought, “I feel sick just looking at it.” He was able to make it to the nurse’s office with the anchor-like doctor. He opened the door and moved him into a decent size room with two middle-aged woman sitting at their desks.
    “Had an accident in his office,” he stated, and sat the doctor down on a chair. He recounted what had happened and told them he would be back to check on them, and if they needed anything to call security. He walked back out of the office and down the hall to find Patrick leaning against a wall. Patrick gave him a sloppy salute and Kyle smiled and gave a small nod. “Give me a minute,” he said loud enough for his voice to carry down the hallway. He needed to check in with his brother.
    Kyle walked away from Patrick and walked to the door at the other end of the hallway. He opened it and walked outside to the smoking area. He pulled out his phone and a cigarette. He lit the cigarette and dialed his brother.
    “What’s up Bro?” came the question from the phone. “Shouldn’t you be guarding something? Kyle smiled; his brother knew what he usually did out here, nothing.
    “I’m on it,” he replied. He didn’t have a lot of time. “Hey, have you seen or heard anything weird going on, anything about a virus going around?”
    “Yeah, last night up in Virginia but you were watching that with me,” he said a little groggily.
    “Today! Anything new?” he refrained from calling him an idiot.
    “Not really, but I haven’t been up that long, it’s only ten-ish. I’ll turn the news on.” Kyle could hear the TV turn on and the channels being flipped. He tried to wait patiently as his brother was watching the news. He wasn’t that great at being patient with Abe. For some reason he could give all kinds of patience to other people, but when it came to his brother things were just more annoying.
    “Anything?” he asked loudly over the phone.
    “What’s your problem?” he sniped. “I’m doing you a favor here.”
    “Sorry, I’m just a little stressed.”
    “Anyway,” he ignored the apology. “There is something about riots in a few cities. Wait. There is a local warning at the bottom of the screen telling people to stay inside, and that if you are feeling sick to call this number.
    “Abe, I think that virus is already here at the plant, and it does stuff to people. We had to shoot a guy this morning and he didn’t stay dead until he was shot in the head. Then another guy was bit and got the crazy fever, and bit someone else. It’s here!” he was almost shouting from excitement and fear.
    “Zombie-land man,” he said, and laughed over the phone. Kyle couldn’t believe the idiot was laughing about it. “Hey, let’s grill some steaks tonight.”
    “I’m serious Brother, I saw the guy get shot and saw the other one get sick and bite someone’s face right in front of me!” he was screaming now. A plant employee who was walking to another building looked at him as he walked. Kyle started to give him an impolite sign, but just turned away.
    “I remember when you sent a police officer to knock to on my door and warn me about an imminent earthquake,” Abe started in a lecturing voice, “and that I needed to get packed and get to the local school gym. When I got there with a bag full of clothes I was almost arrested because they thought I was a terrorist, or was going to blow up the school. And you were in Iraq at the time! Now, I am supposed to