We were asked to go out to the village to collect data on the virus’ effects. They told us that 5 new deaths were reported, and we were running out of time. As far as I was concerned, anything that would get me out of that claustrophobic lab was a welcome adventure, risk, whatever.
‘We’ll go out, interview a villager each besides the usual quick-run collections, and meet back here in half an hour,’ the captain briefed us. Half an hour was short; but we were trained to work fast. I didn’t expect it to be a walk in the park or easy on me to say the least, but the horror that was the village struck me like a sledgehammer. Over by the woods, rotting, broken bodies were strewn about. The graveyard was full and the villagers didn’t have the strength to dig anymore.
Too many deaths, too fast.