Category: Fiction

“You’ve done something here, Mike!” Slater shook his head. “I can’t let you leave now, there’s still too much to do. We can find a way through this.”

Slater was headed his way, but not looking where he was going. Why was he so pale?

“But she died of chikungunya fever. And you had some in the lab. Is it possible she could have been infected by it?”

Max sat on a bench, smoking his fifth cigarette of the morning and keeping his eyes fixed on the main entrance of the Wolfhaven Institute.

Slater watched Brad leave the room. Even after the door had swung shut, anger shot through his veins.