The Bullet That Killed The World

by Alling, Pavel

  customers. He imagined coming home for lunch with Donovan and Samantha as she thought Miller. the continuity of his life imagined if her daughter had not died. He blinked a few times and his mind returned to desolation, with the lights out and silence.

  Typical women, took forever to find the right shoes because he liked most. And to top it off, he went to the bottom to see if there was something unique in store. The car went off when it detects that the key was outside the set range. In the back it was less time due to lack of ventilation and light. Before leaving, he thought he heard men’s voices. He tuned ear and walked barefoot up behind a counter. With wide eyes, he rose slowly checking if your car was still there. He saw no one around and heard more voices. “It’s best to get out of here,” he thought, and placed, as before, a pair of high heels, the kind that looks like the heel of how fine it is.

  The next stop was at a gun shop. There would be less va- riety than in the shoe store. The safest thing was that people were armed and broken shoes. The suddenness of the matter was that the door was locked. The truth is I could not come unarmed to the pharmaceutical. I had no idea people who worked there, or if the site was guarded by the military.

  Had an idea. He put his car in gear and pushed the door, which gave way instantly. As he had imagined, the spaces on the walls were almost empty. I did not want anything big, his intention was not to demolish a tank, but something easy to hide help him out of the way whom he refused to cooperate with the issue of making the capsule Z. Finally, he summoned a pistol with silencer accessory and two extra clips.

  Without pausing again, she drove to see the building. He was almost in the middle of nowhere. He turned off his car a quarter mile to study the environment. The place seemed quiet, as most parts of the country after the epidemic. The survival instinct of man is so great that even knowing they were wounded by these creatures, trying to stand on wheels with optimism and think that scratch or bite was not enough to die and return converted. The same thing happened with AIDS. Most people are not protected,

  because they thought it would not happen to them. What makes us so special? It is not good to tempt fate. It’s okay to be opti- mistic, but incredulous face of danger is something else.

  Half an hour later became convinced that there is no dust or moved. The main entrance was open. He acted calmly, as if just entering a supermarket. Rachel was a huge surprise when he realized that henceforth the reception side doors were closed. Rare, very rare that the main entrance would welcome, but the step from offering other doors. And weirder was that those doors lacked an electronic box or any sign of lock. The only option was to be opened from the inside.

  The confusion caused Rachel take a seat on one side. “It’s a door, the absurdity is that it seems a glass wall,” he repeated in his mind. Else suggested a place where drugs are manufactured. Every minute I stood there drew conclusions based on the un- usual environment. Then he discovered a tiny red dot. It was a security camera. He stood right in front, waiting to be discovered, but no one came for her.

  Tired of waiting and taking the notion that the place was ideal for making the capsules, pulled the gun from the end of his back and Jean and fired three shots. The noise of broken glass out not to be so loud. The gun does not count because he was armed with a silencer. Still, Rachel was attentive ... Nothing like a gazelle. No one. Not even an alarm system was activated.

  He went straight down a corridor with doors on both sides interleaved. It turned into another hallway dying in an elevator. In the button panel he recalled that the building had three floors and underground parking. He went up a floor, and the atmosphere changed completely. The place was decorated, and the doors had a box of numerical codes. You could see inside through a rectan- gular acrylic size of an A4 sheet of paper.

  Rachel carefully examined every door. He noticed again secu- rity cameras fixed at the ends of the corridor. He turned left and finally saw a person. It was a girl. Back at least he appeared to be young. He is looking through a microscope. Rachel, impatient,

  took a couple of touches, and she turned without rising from his three-legged stool. By distinguishing the presence of the woman, her enormous lenses, which brushed the top of a very black bangs like the rest of her hair settled. Behind the rise lenses, his eyes as black as his hair, showed too amazement. He did not recognize the person behind the door. I did not know who it was. Yes, it seemed someone with style for the beauty of his face.

  Through the transparent rectangle, the girl asked him if he was okay. He did slowly, articulating every syllable so he could read her lips. Rachel nodded. Science of black hair stood on tiptoe to examine the rest of the body of a strange woman. Appa- rently, everything was fine except for that suitcase was lying at her feet. When Rachel saw the gesture of astonishment on the face of the girl, he left a couple of steps back and he somewhat fast to disguise the bulge that made him the gun behind. Again, the girl moved her lips to ask him who he was, and in doing so had the feeling vaguely remember that face. I was not sure if it was on television or in a newspaper, although certainly not last long when Rachel showed her professional identification.

  “Rachel Hayes” She held out his hand.

  “Daylet Lee,” replied salute looking down again to the suitcase. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Lee,” she said hypocritically.

  “Wait, you Rachel Hayes, geneticist Iceberg ending the AIDS virus?”

  “Exact!” Said Rachel enthusiastically replied loftily.

  “Wow! What a surprise! You’re a legend. Although I admit it took me a bit to recognize, because I do not watch the news and after the epidemic, spend time locked within these walls.”

  She noticed that Rachel was determined to look at everything around him, as absorbing every detail.

  “All good?” she asked with her big black eyes on the suitcase. “Exactly, what are you doing here?”

  “The government finances our operation. We have obtained

  good results in recent months.”

  “Results?” Rachel inquired faced detective.

  “Yes. We solved a chemical compound which slows the Dead until knocking.”

  “Wow, interesting!”

  “The method is simple: use a gas after being inhaled makes them fall.”

  “What you tell me is impressive, Dr. Lee, or would you prefer to call...”

  “Daylet. Always call it that.” “And do not you leave this place?

  “Truth, I’ll trust a secret experiment was shown directly to the president and some representatives of the House of Govern- ment. That’s why we keep assets, electricity, and even upgraded us wages, but we are further from what they believe. Since then, we sent a helicopter with supplies every fifteen days, and at that time they refer a report of the proceedings.”

  “What do you mean you’re farther?”

  “The gas acts as a soporific, is a kind of atomized chloroform leaves in an unconscious state for a few hours. When they wake up, they are three times as savages. I hope you do not take this wrong, are among scientists and we all know the consequences of running out of anything because of the damned epidemic.”

  “And believe” it scoffed when she heard the nerd. “And how long will fool everyone think?”

  “I do not know, Rachel. We hope that the cure can appear and rebuild the country at some point.”

  “Okay... You see this suitcase?” she said with arrogant style.

  “I have stopped looking” at her since you came face said the girl who is about to see a clown jumping from a box.

  “Here’s the cure!”

  The girl was shocked, his eyes as wide as about to explode.

  Not breathing, did not speak, he was not moved a hair bang.

  “But how? Because here? That is, I do not know, you belong to Iceberg.”

  “Iceberg will close. The energy project so decided and I was assigned here. In addition, for safety, making the virus will be ca- rried out in a more discreet place.”

  “Wait ... Making v
irus?” “Who spoke of virus?”

  “Excuse me, Rachel, but said making the virus.” “Listen, Dr. Lee, I said manufacturing cure the virus!”

  “I know well what I heard. With all due respect, let me see what brings in that suitcase.”

  “Pay attention, snotty, this is an internal matter beyond your reach! While you and your little friends playing in theaters to put HIV infected needles to raise money for future treatments, I did not sleep in the search for a definitive solution.” She paused to process the next lie. “In a few hours, they will get very important people to leave this place. Participation in the manufacture of cap- sules Z will be in charge of a team of professionals. If you keep quiet, I can ask you to stay working with me. So, you will be part of the team that will save the world. If you prefer, you can leave the rest to a bunker, or tested with urine samples at the border.”

  She remained still and decided to accept the proposal of Ra- chel. It was clear that was facing a personality of modern med- icine. What he was not swallowed that attitude full of intrigue. Something smelled really bad in that case.

  “Where do we start?” She said pressing her to see the content.

  “I just said we have to wait until the others arrive. I hope now you’ve heard right.”

  Again, the girl pressed her lips and dropped a «yes» head. Rachel was running out of time, and Daylet Lee distrusted each passing minute. The nerves prompted to take water from a filter in a corner of the lab. Rachel spent a visual scanner machines and implements of that room. Both crossed eyes without mentioning a word, until the phone rang Daylet.

  The girl turned and answered the call. Rachel heard the murmur of the other electronic voice but could not understand the words. Daylet showed nervous and, occasionally, he turned to look at her.

  «We must act», thought Rachel.

  Daylet few steps away doing more intimate conversation. At that moment, Rachel took the opportunity to take on a table metal packaging. Inside he found a syringe and came up with a great and macabre idea of those that were formulated in his head. And to top it off, she heard Daylet told the other person: “Okay, I wait here.”

  “Who you going to wait?” Rachel asked one tad nervous.

  “You think passing day and do not talk to each other? Here we are like a family.”

  “I do not like that tone, girl,” she said menacingly.

  “And I do not like people lying,” replied Daylet defiantly.

  “Ah, look who’s talking about lies! You guys will lie to the pres- ident saying they are looking for the cure Z virus, and only play for undead compose a lullaby! And from what you’ve told me, they return more violent, is not it? I think I know where were the new government funds when they are removed to Iceberg. And for what?”

  “You know? I wanted to meet you in person, and now we are here both, do not convince me. Tell me the hell out what’s in that bag!” Daylet shouted.

  Rachel liked the attitude of the girl, but it was obvious he was more against than in favor, so he replied:

  “I present to the end world,” she said firmly while opening

  suitcase revealing the dark contained in glass jars.

  “I knew it. I heard you right when you said “make the virus”.

  What I cannot understand is what you intend with that.

  “What I intend? What are you, blind? And I do not mean ex- actly the graduation of those huge glasses. I intend to save the world, girl. How many people I have to explain? My God!”

  “But just said you want making capsules Z, that is, more

  viruses.”

  “Exact! Thus, the dark version of us erase human history and in a short time, and not fall asleep, but definitely for lack of food. That is the solution to save the planet.”

  “It’s a joke, right? Is it a social experiment to see if we’re in here continue with the good head on your shoulders? Is that?”

  Rachel lunged at her and jabbed the syringe into his neck. “What the hell have you done?”

  “Make sure that you’re going to collaborate.”

  “What do you inject in me neck?” She asked, rubbing the area. “You’ve been one mini-dose virus in your body, but neglected,

  it is inside a chip. If you’re good, you will not run any risk. If you do the opposite of what I ask, I’ll pop the small load, and you know what will happen next.”

  At that moment, the lab door opened and Rachel turned while he drew the pistol from behind. The first shot hit the side of the abdomen of the victim. The injured woman went to the ground, where Rachel gave him a few more shots.

  “You think this is still a joke or social experiment?”

  Daylet fist to her mouth to hold back the tears. One of his companions was bleeding on the floor, and she was carrying a dose of virus that woman controlled.

  “So, now, tell me how many are left.”

  The girl could not answer. His chin shimmered endlessly. Ra- chel said her, and she lowered her head. I instantly became more nervous, because he witnessed the spreading pool of blood under the body of his colleague.

  “You’re a murderer!” She said with a hatred so tight between her teeth that looked like it would break each other.

  “That’s not the answer to my question. For the last time, how many are left in this damn lab?”

  “We are six. Three on this floor and three on the top floor. But it is now clear that one of us is no longer with life,” she said looking at the lifeless body of her friend.

  “Tell me exactly where to find the others.”

  “What are you going to do?” “That’s none of your business.”

  “No, Rachel. I will not tell you anything. If you want, you can shoot me like you did with it. But I will not be part of your apo- calyptic game.”

  “That will not be necessary to spend a bullet you. With the push of a button on my wristwatch, the virus load is released into your body. Do you understand that?”

  Daylet pounced on the suitcase and lifted above his head.

  “I already told you! I’m not going to be part of this!” She shouted rampant with the bottles raised to being smashed against the floor.

  “Ahead! You can break samples Z. Upon reflection virus, I spent bullet you. I’ll shoot you in the leg. Do not worry, I’ll do a good tourniquet to not miss much blood; I was the best in my class. I’ll tie you to a chair and, before you can scream, you’ll have your own support muzzling your mouth. It will be the perfect time to destroy the chip carrying the dose of virus. In making its effect, I will kill you before your eyes each of your colleagues when they come to see you because you do not answer the phone.

  There will come a time when you feel nausea, fever over forty, and vomit a black liquid, say, acid blood. Some witnesses say that, be- fore leaving life, receive mental shock, as if a hand came into your head and tearing out your memories. You’re confused, you not know if your experiences were real, the dreamed or was simply programming error in your thinking. By then, the effect of... let’s call it “GMD” which in my notes means Genetic Material Dark, will host cells attacking million in the multiplication process will destroy your system until you are unconscious. When you wake up again you not know who I am, who they were much less who you are. And the contents of the suitcase that want to break your will be replaced with infected blood. Of course, by that time you will not know, but use it to likewise end humanity. in my notes means Dark genetic material, will host cells attacking million in the mul- tiplication process will destroy your system until you are uncons- cious. When you wake up again you not know who I am, who they were much less who you are. And the contents of the suitcase that want to break your will be replaced with infected blood.

  Before the grim whirlwind grew in the head Young due to the blow of the words of Rachel, once again, his phone rang. His eyes were rapt. The last time I spoke to someone, that someone died. And in this case, it was Colin, his best friend.

  “Answer back!” She ordered. “And no tricks, no sobs and
speaks without codes.”

  She gently lowered her suitcase and answered the call.

  “Yes, it’s all good... A bit of a cold since morning. I also bo- ring. No, wait, do not come,” she said looking nervously Rachel, her eyes were pinned anger. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant... Well, okay, just come ready to work, and go through my room and get my cigarettes... Bye.”

  “Cigarettes?” she shouted angrily snatching the phone from his hands.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked between sobs. “You don’t have a smoker face!”

  “And you do not have face killer! Why are you doing this? We can still save us.”

  Rachel stood musing a while, walking from one place to ano- ther like a beast locked.

  “Open the mouth!” “What?”

  “Open your damn mouth!” She said pressing him against her cheek gun point.

  Daylet very strong eyes closed, and a couple of tears slid

  quickly; one fell and the other remained in the muffler.

  “Never have you smoked in your life!” She shouted angry.

  Rachel few steps with the gun in the direction of her face turned away, but the idea to kill her right there was diverted when he saw, from the corner of the eye, which the laboratory door opened again.

  He turned and struck a shot, but the aim was not good. The impact left a hole in the wall. Colin immediately hid behind a desk sterilization.

  “Please, don’t shoot. I am willing to collaborate.”

  Rachel was not entirely convinced, he thought that this was a trick, but dismissed the idea when he saw the man slowly up with raised hands and, to his surprise, one of them was carrying a pack of menthol cigarettes.

  As he stood, like slow motion, it was discovered her slender figure. Rachel first thing he saw were his hands in surrender. He followed this, his hair very blond and well groomed, was divided right down the middle. It was a long face and delicate features. Just he showed himself a brand of chicken pox on his forehead. Under the arch of his eyebrows, eyes showed ambiguous color between the border of honey and mint. The thinness of his lips seemed to feel afraid of the world, and the only thing that gave air walnut man was in his throat, beneath the thin chin. Yes, would