viral attack/ part 1 the scam

viral attack/ part 1 the scam

fiction
edward w pritchard

I decided to take the girl up town to the cancer clinic where my friend had died last year to try to get her some treatment. It was out of the question to attempt admission for her to the hospital because the virus was spreading fast through her neighborhood and many desperate people lined the area of the hospital. Because of the quarantine the police had been called in to control the crowds.

We took the bus. The bus driver looked away when we entered pretending not to see how sick and terrified the girl looked. The other passengers weren't so kind. The thick oily mucous on the girl's body smelled badly and the greenish foam was unsettling to espy. The shaking girl sobbed wanting her Doctor. Near the cancer clinic but not quite there we got off the bus and I carried trembling child the last few blocks to escape the hostility of the crowded bus.