Brett Battles - Sick

“Test subjects?”

“If any of you died, it would be fairly easy to cover that up, don’t you think?”

“Wait. Are you trying to tell me what happened at Barker Flats was done to us on purpose as a test? ”

Matt looked at him, saying nothing.

“That’s ridiculous,” Ash said.

Matt changed the picture on the screen. Now, instead of a photo, there was an online news article.

“This appeared on a local Ann Arbor, Michigan, news website five days ago,” Matt explained. LOCAL MAN, WIFE DIE IN HOUSE FIREFirst Lieutenant Martin Cross and his wife Emily were killed tragically last night in a fire that consumed their home. Army investigators at the base in South Korea where they lived believe the fire was started by faulty wiring, though an investigation is ongoing.

“South Korea?” Ash said.

Matt brought up two more articles, both for families that had been at Barker Flats. Their deaths were being called accidents, too. One family was said to have died in a car accident in Germany, while the other apparently had been caught in a storm while on a fishing trip off the Philippine coast.

“These are the only articles that have appeared so far, but we have no doubt that within the next three to four weeks, the rest of your neighbors will get their obituaries, too.”

“This isn’t possible. Someone’s playing a game here.” Ash shook his head at the screen. “These aren’t real.”

“They’re very real. If you want, I’ll take you to a computer and you can search whatever site you’d like.” When Ash didn’t say anything, Matt hit another button. “Do you recognize this man?”

Ash looked back at the screen. The photo that was now displayed was a head-and-shoulders shot of a man in his late fifties with thinning gray hair. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and didn’t look happy. It had obviously been cropped from a larger picture and blown up.

Ash’s first thought was that he’d never seen the man before, but there was just the hint of recognition-something in the man’s expression-that made him unsure.

“I…don’t think so,” he said.

“Not at Barker Flats?” Matt asked. “Maybe in the distance or in passing?”

Ash studied the photo again, but nothing new came to him. “I just don’t know. Who is he?”

“His name is Dr. Nathaniel Karp. He’s the man who infected your family.”

Jimmy was DOA when the ambulance arrived at the Sage Springs Hospital emergency room. The drive from the camping area at the dunes took nearly an hour, but Jimmy would have died even if the hospital had been right next door. Still, the two doctors who were on duty that night, Dr. Fisher and Dr. Morse, made a valiant attempt to bring him back, but to no avail.

Sage Springs boasted a population of only 12,347. And while the hospital was the best medical facility within a seventy-five-mile radius, it was by no means a top-of-the-line operation. That meant the staff it employed, while dedicated, often consisted of doctors and technicians who had graduated at the lower ends of their classes.

Drs. Fisher and Morse were no exceptions. That, of course, didn’t mean they lacked the skills to do their jobs. They were intelligent, caring men who, on that night, made a critical mistake.

The assumption they made, based on the information radioed to them from the ambulance, was that the incoming patient was suffering from either a severe case of the flu or pneumonia. Unsure of how contagious the patient might be, they had ordered all staff that would come in contact with him to wear masks and gloves at all times. They couldn’t have known it, but the bug was airborne and able to infect new hosts through eyes, ears, and any other entry point to the body, such as a cut. This was unforeseeable, and not their mistake.

Their mistake came once they’d pronounced Jimmy dead. Seeing how his body had been ravaged by the disease, and hearing from the ambulance attendants that others at the campground had reported Jimmy and his friends appeared fine earlier in the day should have made them realize something unusual was up. If they had recognized that, they could have immediately declared a quarantine on the entire hospital and limited the deaths to just those in the building.

But when the declaration finally came, it was several hours too late, and the town of Sage Springs paid a heavy price.

Dr. Karp was shaken from his sleep at 5:26 a.m.

Standing beside his bed was Major Ross, the man who served as his military liaison.

“There’s a problem,” the major said. “We’re set up in Conference Room D. Be there in five minutes.”

“What is it?” Dr. Karp asked.

But the major had already walked out of the room.

The doctor pushed himself out of bed, swearing under his breath. Ross had never given him an order before. That wasn’t the nature of their relationship. But an order was certainly what it had sounded like, and Karp didn’t like it.

Just to remind the major who was in charge, he let seven minutes pass before stepping into the conference room. Given that Ross had said “ We’re set up,” Karp expected more than just the major waiting inside, but no one else was there.

“What’s going on that you couldn’t tell me in my room?” the doctor asked.

“Dr. Karp?” The voice came out of a speaker in the middle of the table. The doctor immediately recognized it as belonging to the Project Eden Director of Preparation (DOP).

“Sir, I’m sorry,” the doctor said. “I didn’t realize you were involved in this meeting. Major Ross gave me no information.”

“Because Major Ross has no information,” the DOP explained. “He was merely doing exactly what I told him to do.”

Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, Dr. Karp said, “Of course,” then took a seat a couple of chairs away from Ross.

“Major, have you been able to reach Mr. Shell yet?” the DOP asked.

“He’s on hold, sir. I can connect him now, if you’d like.”

“Please.”

Ross leaned forward and pushed a couple of buttons on the conference phone. “Mr. Shell, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“Director, we’re all present,” the major said.

In the silence that followed, Karp wondered if the major had accidentally disconnected the DOP, but then the man’s scratchy voice came out of the speaker again.

“At 6:22 p.m. Pacific Time last night, park rangers serving the Mesquite Dunes Recreational Area responded to a call from a camper concerned that someone using the campground had overdosed on drugs. The party in question was seen stumbling through his campsite before collapsing onto the ground. As a precaution, an ambulance was dispatched to the scene. The rangers arrived first, though. What they found was not a camper who had OD’d, but rather one camper who appeared to be very sick, and three others who were lying in their tent, dead.

“The surviving man was rushed to the hospital in Sage Springs, but died before reaching the facility. At 2:37 a.m., two of the nurses on duty started to become ill. A check of the other eighteen people in the building revealed that all but three were experiencing similar symptoms. These included headaches, body aches, and a general sense of exhaustion. One of the nurses had been on duty when the dead man arrived in the ambulance. She was smart enough to put two and two together, and immediately made calls to her county health department and the Center for Disease Control.

“I received a copy of the alert the CDC put out thirty minutes ago. This is not a public alert, and no media has been notified as of yet. CDC officials are on their way to the scene. In the meantime, the hospital has put itself under quarantine.”