where it started?" asked the interviewer.
"The attacks on the 5th were the first time anyone reported symptoms," said the doctor. "All across the world, major cities reported these attacks, and it was in the food that was sent to schools in those areas."
I glanced at the bags of food we'd stolen from Kim's school.
"Just in the big cities?" asked the interviewer.
"From what we've seen, yes. Although, as you know, a lot of people that work in the city live in the suburbs. That's probably why the attacks were focused there. To spread the infection as fast as possible."
"And I know the school my daughter goes to gets their food from the district," said the interviewer.
"Yes, exactly. We've seen reports of poisoned food supplies in neighboring areas."
I grabbed one of our pilfered bags and looked at the shipping label. It had been delivered to someplace in the city.
"What are the first signs of infection?" asked the interviewer.
"If bitten, or if the bacteria moves directly into the bloodstream, the infection sets in quickly. It will start with a blackening of the skin and the eruption of buboes near the site of the infection. So you'll see them near lymph nodes, near the armpits or groin. In the children affected, the ones that ate the poisoned food, we saw an onset of flu-like symptoms. It starts slow as your body's immune system tries to fight it, but once the infection sets in the process speeds up. The children we saw were taken over within two days of initial contact with the bacteria."
"Taken over?" asked the Interviewer.
The doctor paused and cleared his throat. "Yes. They died, and came back."
I began to hyperventilate. "Kim, what was that antibiotic? The one that Billy was supposed to get?"
"I don't remember." She was surprised and confused by my sudden intensity. "He took the note."
"What did it start with?"
She stuttered as she tried to recall. "Dora. Dori. Something. I don't remember. Why? What's happening? What's the matter?"
I tried to get up, but my body had been beaten to the point of collapse. "Go open the door. Try to stop Billy. Try to yell out and stop him."
"Why?"
"Just do it!" I picked Annie up and raised her arm. "No, no, no," I said as I saw the black boils beginning to form under her skin. "Oh God, please no."
"What's wrong?" asked Annie as she tried to see what I was looking at.
Kim stood outside the garage and screamed Billy's name, but he was gone. I pulled myself onto the edge of the boat and grabbed the bottle of Oxicontin. I dumped several pills into my hand, put most of them in my pocket, and then tossed one into my mouth. I chewed it to get it into my system faster and the bitterness made me gag. I needed to ignore the pain if I was going to do what needed to be done.
"What's the matter?" asked Kim after she gave up calling after Billy.
I took the crutches Billy had brought and adjusted them to my height. "Your sister's sick. She needs some of that medicine they were talking about on the radio."
"The Dora antibiotic?" she asked.
"Yes."
"What about the one Billy brought? Can we give her that?"
"It can't hurt to try," I said. "Go ahead and get her to take one of those. You'll have to cut it up into small pieces and force her to swallow them."
"Why me?" asked Kim. "Where are you going?"
"Don't panic, Kim. You can do this."
"Where are you going? Are you leaving us?"
I tried to calm her. "I just need to go to that pharmacy, for the medicine."
"No!"
"Billy's not going to be back for a long time, if he even comes back at all. Annie needs that medicine."
"You're leaving me again," she started to wail. "You promised me. You promised."
"I know, Kim." I tried to grab her flailing arms. "Calm down, honey. You've got to calm down."
"You're going to die too."
"Stop it, Kim. I need you to calm down. Now! Listen to me. I want you to look after your sister, but I want you to stay away from her. Give her the pill, but after that just let her lay in the boat and you stay up here,
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