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it’s a virus and what
type it is within twenty-four hours.”
    I could see Dr. Rafik behind her in the bed.
Sung, in his spacesuit, was beside him looking like a giant red
Gumby as he wrote down readings from the bedside monitor onto a
chart.
    Jennifer opened her mouth to say something
else, then before she could finish her sentence, everything went to
hell.

    It started quickly and was over with just as
fast. I can still see every detail of the entire terrible, bloody
scene.
    One second, Anwar was just lying there and in
the next he was sitting up. LTC Hanson was still facing the camera
and didn’t see him, although she must have seen the look on my face
over her monitor. She whirled around just in time to see Dr. Anwar
Rafik, usually an affable small framed man, reach out with the
quickness of a striking cobra and grab Sung’s arm. I watched in
horrified amazement as he opened his mouth wide and bit through the
tough suit material and into flesh. Sung screamed and tried to
fight off the snarling man who was clamped on like a dog worrying a
chew toy.

    Anwar was making a growling noise as he
worked his teeth in deeper while his bloodshot eyes reflected the
madness of what I was witnessing. Sung was trying to pull away,
using the fist of his other hand to pound Anwar about the head.
    They fell backwards into an instrument cart
and onto the floor with Anwar on top. He was no longer biting
Sung’s arm, for a large portion of flesh and material had torn away
in his mouth. Blood was everywhere. Before I could yell a word of
warning LTC Hanson was there pulling Anwar off of Sung.
    Dr. Rafik, with his own bloody froth mingling
with the blood of Sung and running down his chin, was on his feet
and with a strength out of proportion to his size, picked up LTC
Hanson by the neck and slammed her back into the hospital bed. Her
umbilical cord snapped free from her suit and the sound of escaping
air filled the speaker, whipping the cord around spasmodically. An
insane snarl escaped Anwar’s bloody mouth and he was on her in an
instant, his clawed hands flailing wildly at her body as he tried
to get to her flesh through the spacesuit.
    LTC Hanson was beating him about the waist
with her clenched fists. Anwar bent down and bit her shoulder
through the material as easily as biting through tissue paper.
Blood erupted and she screamed, frantically trying to beat him off
of her.
    From behind Anwar, I saw a blur of green and
a metallic sound as something slammed into the back of Anwar’s
skull. Sung rammed the blunt end of an oxygen cylinder over and
over into Anwar’s head until his body slumped to the floor.
    Blood was splattered everywhere. The room was
severely contaminated. Procedure called for getting everyone out to
the airlock for decontamination and smoking the room with gaseous
formaldehyde, however, that wasn’t going to be possible.
    “Sung, how bad is she?” I asked.
    “She’s bleeding bad,” he replied, grabbing a
towel and pressing it to her wound. I could see blood dripping from
the tear in the arm of his own suit.
    “Steve,” Jennifer called weakly. “We have to
assume this room’s hot.”
    “I know,” I replied in a surprisingly calm
voice, “but first you two need to be stabilized. I’m on my way over
now.” I hooked up to the external backpack and exited through my
lab’s airlock, still in shock from what I had just witnessed.
    Both Sung and Jennifer appeared even worse
when I arrived in the isolation lab a few minutes later. Less than
ten minutes had passed since the attack. The thing that had been
Dr. Anwar Rafik was still lying in a heap on the floor by the bed
where he had fallen, his head a pulpy mess. Jennifer was lying in
the bed where Anwar had been just ten minutes prior.
    “He fucking bit through my clavicle. How the
fuck could he do that!?” LTC Hanson cried weakly when she saw
me.
    “He got her brachial artery,” Sung informed
me quietly. “She’s losing blood fast.”
    Sung still had