Infectious

Killing Loose Ends

Michael was in front of the large radio, holding the black military grade STAT phone up to his ear.

"You have an update for me," Michael stated – he did not ask.

His men had taken about two weeks since his initial order of the assignment and he would have no more further delays on his end. It was either the soldiers that he sent out on the mission had an update or they shouldn't be bothered returning back to base –

Michael did not accept failure as an option.

"We fou--nd kid and – wom--an," came a voice on the other end – it was filled with static and the words were broken up.

Michael had plenty of experience dealing with this type of military technology and thus it did not faze him. It was easy to understand as though the person speaking into the device was standing directly beside him. In his many years of having been enlisted in the military, this wasn't the hardest one he had to decipher – it was, however, the heaviest.

The Major smiled briefly at that news – though it wasn't at all in happiness. In fact, the smile was born from the feeling of great triumph and satisfaction.

"Understood," Michael replied back. "Bring the boy to the posted quarantined area. Kill the woman. Await further instructions."

He hung up the phone and did not wait for the soldier to respond back to him.

After he had placed the phone down onto the table, there was a still, calm silence that was currently surrounding the man.

Then, he began to chuckle to himself, inevitably disrupting the evened out layer of tranquility that had formed in the room.

Michael placed a hand on the table in front of him and breathed in deeply, simmering in his own victory that he had been waiting nearly a month to obtain. It was by pure immeasurable luck that the kid and the woman hadn't managed to become infected themselves, or by the most logical conclusion...having been murdered and devoured by them.

It had been a considerable amount of time after the break out had happened, and he did well to not let the scientists understand the true severity that took place outside of the facility walls –

It was for their own good.

It allowed them to focus on their presently assigned task.

Michael had taken the biggest amount of satisfaction knowing that he had manipulated Rebekah – an esteemed and quite intelligent scientist. In a way, she was at his complete mercy and was eating directly out of the palm of his hand. Admittedly, there had been a few bumps in the road, such as Ingrid Hans, although that had settled itself out rather quickly.

Any doubt that she had towards him was gone – she trusted him again.

Now that he had everything he needed...It was finally time for him to start finishing off those loose ends – Doctor Yoenhiem Abraja and Doctor Riley Ong.

It didn't matter to him if Rebekah had even made the cure to this infection happening outside...the world was too far gone to recover it to the way it was before. Too many people had died and societies have completely collapsed...

Which is why it was time for Michael to build his own society –

Brick by brick.

Of course...having his favorite scientist at his side – willingly or not – would have been considered a spoil of war.

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I walked into my lab holding a cup of instant coffee in a white, small coffee cup while rubbing my left eye with my left palm. I knew that I was getting more sleep, although I still wasn't getting nearly enough to the point where my eyes would stop feeling this detrimentally heavy.