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found himself talking out loud—but he had no idea who he was talking to.
    Stand up.  Start walking…just start walking.   Evgeny began to walk back into the field, and before he knew it, he was amongst the mass of dark forms that was walking towards the city.  He was amazed that he had not been pounced on immediately, and it looked like no one was even paying any attention to him.  A runner went dashing past him, screaming and wailing in a guttural tone—it was a teen girl with a horrible gash across her face.  She glanced over at him as she passed him, and as she disappeared into the dark void, he also began to run.
    He was angry, but he didn’t know why.  He could see the lights of the city and he could hear the thud of his boots.  He then focused his anger on his friends—no, those cowards—Misha and Kolya.  They had left him behind, and now they were probably safe in the city.  He had to find them to tell them how sorry they were.  No…he had to find them…to show them how sorry they were.  He had to hurt them…he needed to hurt them.  He wanted to kill them…and he wanted to see the city burn.

Chapter 4
     
    Day 10
     
    35,000 feet over the Atlantic Ocean in a U.S. Air Force transport plane
     
    Doctor Irene Hopkins sat in her seat and was fidgeting nervously as she clicked and tracked her way through the numerous files and reports that were on her government issued lap top.  Doctor Michael Robinson sat next to her, reading the data that was scrolling across her screen.  Flying always made her nervous and edgy, but what really had her tense was that no matter which report she read, she found them to be eerily alike; they all had the same common denominators—mass hysteria, civil chaos, confusion and most disturbingly, the lack of any real-time information or data.  
    Michael took off his glasses and rubbed his weary eyes, closing them for a moment.  He then ran his hands through his dark beard and yawned and sighed at the same time.  Both doctors had been going on nearly thirty-two hours without sleep and Michael was starting to feel the effects of it.
    “It’s not good, is it?” he asked, his eyes were still closed.
    “No, it isn’t,” Irene said with a sigh. “It’s not good at all.  What really has me worried is that all these reports indicate that it’s spreading faster than the Russians are admitting.  At that rate, it really makes me think that it’s airborne.  The problem is, there’s no data as of right now to support that theory…or any other kind of theory.”  She looked over at Michael and frowned.  “Oh, and by the way, did you see all that equipment that was in the cargo hold?” she whispered as she pointed at the floor of the cabin.  “It looked like there was an entire surgical ward down there.”
    “I know,” Michael said.  “It’s kind of freaky…right?”
    “Well, you can blame the Russians for the obvious lack of information,” said a gravel voice from behind them.  Irene and Michael turned and saw a middle-aged man wearing pressed military fatigues.  He was approaching them with a swagger in his walk and Irene immediately detected an arrogance about him.  He swung himself into a seat behind them, being very careful not to spill the Styrofoam cup of coffee he was holding.
    “Well Major Roberts, I’m sure you and the rest of the Army can deal with the Russians,” said Michael.  The sarcasm in his response gave away his disdain for Roberts and what he represented.  He didn’t feel comfortable having to answer to the military, and he never cared for anything to do with government bureaucrats—military or civilian.
    “I don’t exactly know what it is that you think I do for a living, but before you start judging me, I don’t do the whole guns and bombs thing.  I’m in charge of biology research…a medical professional—just like you—it just so happens that I work for the Army.”  After pausing for a moment to see if his