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lot more stored up than any home in the neighborhood and definitely more than what the supermarkets had to offer, seeing as the news said that the majority of them had shut their doors, he still wanted more. He wanted to go shopping, the replace all the things that he and Anne had used over the past few months. He wanted to see what other cool items he could add to his pile. But of course this wasn’t a possibility.
    Stewart had imagined that the closing of the supermarkets was due to quite a few factors. For starters, the fact that the supermarkets were the number one places being swarmed by just about everyone was sure to instill a great deal of fear in the workers as well as result in a few sick workers, at the very least. Additionally, Stewart imagined that restocking their shelves became increasingly difficult as the economy started to feel the repercussions of the virus.
    ‘One in every thousand,’ Stewart mumbled to himself.
    The numbers were troubling. Ever since Ebola had been introduced to Fort Lauderdale, the Center for Disease Control had insisted they were doing everything in their control to contain the virus. And now, with all their efforts, the city was looking at a one in every thousand situation. It was heart wrenching. Stewart wondered if perhaps they were doing everything that they could, or if they had just sat around and waited until it was too late. Stewart was aware of the fact that unless a cure was found, there would be no containing the virus anymore. It was at the point where locating and quarantining all the infected was impossible and thus, taking the virus off the streets was impossible. The only chance that existed for Fort Lauderdale was a cure. In fact, the only chance that existed for the entire world was a cure. Though the main focus of his attention, Fort Lauderdale wasn’t the only city affected this drastically by Ebola. Florida wasn’t the only state who had Ebola as its primary concern. No, it was North America, South America, Africa...everywhere.
    ‘It’s ready,’ Anne called out to her husband, shaking him from his thoughts.
    ‘Almost done, just another five minutes if that’s okay with you.’
    ‘Okay, but make it a quick five, will you?’
    Stewart placed a nail between his thumb and his index finger. Carefully, he hammered it deep into the wood. Again, thumb and index came into play. Six taps and that nail also disappeared into the wood. Finally, he’d covered every point of entry in their home. He placed the hammer in his toolbox, one the floor beside him before holding onto the wood and giving it a firm pull. He did this to ensure that his handy skills did indeed make a difference and that the door wouldn’t come off with one push from the other side.
    Pleased with his work, Stewart headed, with toolbox in hand, to the storage closet behind the stairs and propped the box back up on the shelf. He closed the door behind him, glanced at the newly boarded up front door and made his way to the kitchen where his wife waited for him around a small breakfast table.
    ‘Looks good?’ he asked, pulling out the only free chair and seating himself in front of her.
    ‘Looked better without all the wood.’
    ‘You know what I mean.’
    ‘Yup, looks sturdy. Let’s hope you did all this for nothing.’
    ‘Let’s hope all the prepping we’ve been doing will have been for nothing.’
    ‘Come on, take a bite,’ Anne said, changing the subject.
    ‘Gosh. What I wouldn’t do for a burger from that one place down the street that I can’t stand,’ Stewart said, looking at the pile of corned beef sitting next to hot, steaming rice.
    ‘Are you saying my food doesn’t look appetizing?’ Anne smiled.
    ‘No, of course I’m not saying that. It’s just, you know, you never really want something until you can’t have it. For so long, I’ve been waiting for the corned beef in the pantry to come close to its expiration day just to eat it, and now, it’s good and all, but a