Linda Andrews - Extinction Level Event

Day 1

Phoenix, Arizona

Im glad theyve removed the bodies.

So was she. Mavis Spanner inhaled a shaky breath and scanned the curb. God help her if she ever saw more human-shaped logs wrapped in blankets, towels, sheets or garbage bags piled onto stained sidewalks. A dark shadow skimmed over the windshield of her Honda Civic, before a fat black bird plopped down. Mavis shuddered as it pecked at the ground near a trimmed Texas Sage.

Guess theyd washed the smaller bits into the bushes.

The Guard did the best they could to collect the dead as quickly as possible. Mavis spared her niece a glance, before turning into the parking lot of the strip mall. Cars packed the area around the fast food chain and an armada of bicycles was chained to every available pole, table and tree.

So many vehicles meant peoplecheeks bright with fever, oozing green snot, sprayed the infection with every sneeze, along with coughing blood. Her hands slipped on the steering wheel. But, that was in the past. Today was a new day. She could do this. Her niece deserved this, and Mavis owed her only living relative.

They should have been faster. Maviss niece, Sunnie Wilson, tossed her head. Her long brown ponytail wiggled over her shoulder and cast a web of fine hair across her fleece jacket. No one wants a corpse in their house for a week or more.

No one had expected the death toll to be so high. Or to spike so fast and stay elevated. Mavis cranked the wheel and pulled into a recently vacated spot. Two days after exposure, people had become sick.

They had filled up the hospitals.

Then the schools.

Then the stadiums.

And still the number of infected kept climbing.

Three days later many died.

Week after week, month after month, the cycle repeated and the death toll inched ever higher. Nurses fell ill. Doctors died in their offices. EMTs worked until they drowned in their own sputum. The crowded corridors of makeshift care facilities became epicenters of the influenza. The walls shook with the wheezy cough, giving rise to the name the Rattling Death.

Finally, the government told the infected to stay home and be taken care of by their loved ones. And when mom, dad, son or daughter died, they were hauled to the curb and stacked like yesterdays garbageto be ripped apart by coyotes, have their eyes pecked out by birds and the soft tissue eaten by rats.

The cities had planned for ten percent mortality, not thirty-five. After shifting into park, Mavis killed the engine. Her hand clung to the keys in the ignition. The Rattling Death epidemic had aged her well beyond her forty-two years. Her lungs seized as she fought the tidal wave of memories. Theyd tried so hard to get a handle on things, to contain the infection, to stop the deaths

Dark stars hemmed in Maviss vision. She commanded her lungs to work in measured increments. In. Out. In. Out.

The pandemic was over.

The last case of influenza had been diagnosed eight weeks, three days and, she checked her watch, four hours, thirteen minutes ago. All that remained was to bury the stacks of dead and figure out how to live.

This was why she needed to be here for Sunnie, even if it meant going outside where the people and germs were. She slid the keys out. Best to get this over with now, while the chance of infection was reasonably low.

The government should have hired more Refermen. Sunnie jerked her head toward the large refrigerated semi-truck bed humming at the end of the lot. Fat black cables fed it electricity to keep the dead cold and the smell of rot down.

Theyre Guardsmen, not Refermen. Mavis yanked on the cars handle and opened the door. Why did Sunnies generation have to give derogatory names to everything? And they werent hired, they were activated. Those soldiers served on Mortuary duty as well as food distribution, masks and medicine dispensing and fire fighting and policing. Everyone who could was activated. And dont forget, they died too in large numbers.

Mavis inhaled the smoke-tainted air, detected the undertone of decomposition and refrigerant. Gad, how long until she got that smell out of her nasal passages?

Sunnie slammed the passenger door before practically skipping to the rear of the car. So many people wouldnt have died, if the government had kept the sick isolated.

Mavis closed her eyes and counted to three. More internet wisdom and hindsight. How many deaths had been because of those fools spouting such nonsense? Relaxing her jaw, she opened her eyes and followed her niece across the parking lot.

By the time someone exhibited symptoms, theyd had days to infect everyone around them. When she hit the alarm button, the Civic chirped. Her keys jingled to a stop at the bottom of her purse. Soon the fever hit. Within hours it shot to over one hundred and four then the lungs started filling with fluid, giving the familiar rattling cough and

I know the symptoms. Sunnie tossed her ponytail over her shoulder.

But shed been spared seeing it in those she loved. Death had visited her niece from a distance. That made things worse, yet better for the girl to accept the death of her parents, brother and sister. No one should have to stand by helpless to prevent those they love from dying. Unfortunately, Maviss job had brought her to the front lines. She clutched her purses strap until her knuckles turned white. The decaying remnants of strangers were forever etched in her memory.

Sunnie paused in front of the fast food restaurants double doors. Did their eyes really turn red?

Not like you think. The brisk spring wind buffed Maviss cheeks and cold metal leached the warmth from her fingers before she pulled the door open. The blood vessels in the eyes burst as the sick tried to cough up the sputum that was slowly drowning them.

God! Sunnie hunkered low in her jacket.

Maviss skin itched. Had she not mentioned that bit before? She had tried to shield her niece from the worst. But the damn internet had spread so much misinformation, shed had to debunk most of it while sparing her the more gruesome realities.

Death occurred within seventy-two hours. With her free hand she clasped Sunnies cold fingers. It was relatively fast.

It must have felt like an eternity.

And its over. Sunnie slowly exhaled and entered the restaurant.

For now. Mavis bit her lip to stop from uttering those words. If the Rattling Death followed the pattern of other influenza pandemics, the dying might start again in the fall.

Might, hell.

Would.

It was one nasty virus that followed its own rules. Not that anyone believed her when shed mentioned the possibility of another outbreak. Her breathing ragged, she stepped over the threshold and frozecold air at her back, suffocating warmth pressing against her face. Oh God, so many people.

Her shaking hand reached up to adjust her face mask, while her frantic gaze shot to Sunnies oval face. Just as her fingers encountered uncovered skin, her eyes noted her nieces lack of mask. Sweet Jesus! What had she done? Her heart thumped wildly against the cage of her ribs.

Sunnie was out in public.

Unprotected.

We dont have to eat here. Standing in the lobby, Sunnie clasped her hands together.

Get a grip. Bugs are everywhere. You know you cant live without them. You know most are harmless. Youre a microbiologist, for Christs sake! Boxing up her panic, Mavis stuffed her fists into her pockets. Not anymore. She had the pink slip to prove it. Creating a mental file, she shoved it into her minds recycle bin. Her job now was to keep Sunnie safe and alive.