Sealed In Part 14

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"And he is your son." Stew pointed to Richie. "And you have Cody here. What if Hartworth is shut down because everyone has what Heather has? What if the shutdown is real?"

"Tanya thinks so," Del added. "She believes the town is sick."

Stew nodded. "Then there you have it. I'll go and figure a way to get her out. At the very least she'll have someone there with her. If the town is sick, then I don't care if I get exposed. I care if you do." Stew kissed Emma on the forehead. "Del will be my diversion so I can sneak in. I think I know where Larry will have weak points. Ready?" he asked Del.

Del nodded. "I'll call you, Emma, as soon as your dad gets in." He walked to the door.

Stew stepped back. "Stay put, Emma. I mean it. Andy, don't let her do anything stupid."



Andy held up his hand. "I ... I promise."

Stew, with a solemn look, closed his mouth tightly and walked out of the house.

The moment the door closed, Emma turned to Andy. "My daughter." Andy wrapped his arms around her, and she sunk into his arms.

Richie kept looking on his phone, telling Emma nothing was on the news or on the internet, that Heather would be fine, it couldn't be that bad if it wasn't on the news. But Emma didn't believe that, not for one second. She had never seen an illness like the one that ravaged Heather. It scared her. The thought that the sickness was so bad that they didn't just want it out of Hartworth, they didn't want to make news of it out, scared her even more.

FLASH FORWARD.

Ground Zero 7

December 23rd

Hartworth, Montana

December 17th, 10:05 p.m. It is worse than I had feared. The radius of exposure goes further and, I believe, encompa.s.ses the whole town. The further away from ground zero, the less exposure, the more time for symptoms. Thankfully, the amount of germ released wasn't enough to filter into a neighboring town. After eight hours, it dissipated. We have taken all that we could into the fire hall. Volunteers are now falling ill, but still strong enough to help. Anyone else infected has been turned away and remain in their homes. Many have gone to the borders and were turned away. Seeking help at a nearby hospital. Fools. Do they not know the death sentence they could deliver? Are they that selfish that they don't care who they infect? They need only to look around them. While I understand they are concerned for themselves, at this late point, they need to concern themselves with humanity. Mankind's survival, for their survival is lost. By tomorrow at this time, no one will be well enough to help out or seek help.. It is my guess that the wave of death will begin in twenty-four hours. There will be some that will not succ.u.mb, but they will not be the same. Not only will they be physically scarred, but hunted down by anyone who finds this town in the days following its demise. I am still in debate as to what should be done with that fraction.

Edward shook his head. 'Well, the bodies with bullet holes tells us what he did with that fraction."

"It wasn't an execution," Harold said. "I think these people were shot in their homes or on the street and brought to that garage. Eighty-three, to be exact. Maybe they planned on burning the garage."

"Maybe," Edward said. "We've accounted for three hundred people so far. Still a lot more to go."

"Impossible task to handle until we get help. There's only four of us."

Edward looked at his watch. "The first wave should be landing in Billings now. They'll be here soon." His head jolted at the sound of the phone, and he leaned to retrieve it. "Yes."

He listened and s.h.i.+fted his eyes to Harold.

"That's not possible," Edward said. "Are we sure? I'll wait. Thank you." He hung up.

"What is it?" Harold asked.

"They think they know what it is. That was the main lab. They are checking again, but they are ninety percent sure they identified it."

"How can they identify something like this?" Harold asked. "We've been doing this a long time, and I've never seen anything like it."

"Yes, we have, if you think about it." Edward turned and brought the image of the virus onto the screen. "Look at it. It makes sense."

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about," Harold said. "It's a mutation. Maybe two viruses mutated together."

"You're right," Edward told him.

"I'm right? We've been saying since we looked at it that it was a mutation of two viruses."

"But it's not a natural mutation, it is a deliberate combination of two viruses."

"I'm ... I'm sorry?" Harold said, stunned and a little lost.

Edward pointed to the virus structure as he explained. "We have been at this a long time, but we didn't recognize it because we aren't old enough. It's a Cold War creation, one we thought was a myth. One never really proven other than on paper and in reports."

"Oh my G.o.d." Harold stumbled back. "I see it. I see the two. Holy s.h.i.+t. That isn't the tail sequence to any hemorrhagic fever. That's Ebola."

"And that ..." Edward indicated, ". . .is smallpox. This is what Ebolapox looks like under the microscope. Out there is what it looks like when it hits."

"Jesus Christ. The communicability rate and infectious level of smallpox combined with the lethality and brutality of Ebola." He swiped his hand down his face.

"Yeah, well, they need only to look at this town to see someone didn't just create a d.a.m.n deadly virus," Edward said. "They created man's extinction nightmare."

Chapter Nine.

Hartworth, Montana

December 17th

Vivian knew it wasn't just a bad cold or a case of the flu when she peered into the toilet bowl and saw the remnants of her regurgitation. It was black, thick, foul smelling and didn't even resemble vomit. It looked more like tar. The vomiting hit her like nothing she had never experienced. Unlike any stomach bug or case of food poisoning, this wasn't a wave of extreme nausea. There was a slight twist that happened in her gut and, involuntarily, the substance made its way up her esophagus before she even realized it was happening.

She had no control. It shot out of her mouth and through her fingertips before she even made it to the bathroom. No holding it back.

Perhaps her body did give signs that it was happening, but she was far too weak to know it.

Vivian told Doc that she'd head to the fire hall for treatment in the makes.h.i.+ft hospital. But she grew weaker, and then the vomiting started. She didn't make it. She feared her children would come down with whatever she had.

Weakened, she sat on the floor by the commode, unable to stand, not only staring at what came from her mouth, but sitting in a puddle of diarrhea that flowed from her. She couldn't move; her arms ached and burned. A black patch started on her hands and forearms. Vivian couldn't even manage to go back to bed.

She tried to call for help, but no one came. No one showed up, not her husband or her children.

All she could do was stay there, struggling not to vomit and crying in between each straining gag.

About three quarters of a mile away, just past the road to Bailey's Ranch, Stew had Del pull over so he could get a look.

Sure enough, like he suspected, the road block was just outside of town. The sheriff's car and a pickup truck were parked sideways on the road.

"Ok, pull back on the road." Stew put down the binoculars. "I'm getting out here and cutting across the Doyle property. There's a road that leads into town. Keep your phone on; I'll be listening. If they let you in through the barricade, I wanna hear, and I'll meet you at Doc Paltrov's place."

Del nodded. "I understand. They aren't gonna let me through."

"Probably not. Keep the phone on," Stew instructed. "Keep them talking so they don't see me. The property starts to run perpendicular to where the roadblock is. I need you to be a diversion."

"Got it."

"Go to the RV, meet that boy. You sent that text, right?"

"I did. I'll meet him there, then I'll call my manager once I'm safe and get word out."

"That's the plan." Stew opened the truck door. "Good luck."

"Get my daughter, Stew."

"I don't know what will happen, but I will do my d.a.m.ndest to get to her and, hopefully, get her home."

Another nod from Del, and Stew stepped out of the truck.

He quietly shut the door and hurried off the side of the road onto the Doyle property. He checked the phone; his call to Del was still connected. He kept it to his ear as he walked, wanting to hear everything that went on. But that didn't last long; merely a few feet into his journey, the s.h.i.+fting of a shotgun chamber caught Stew's attention. As he lifted his hands, his thumb accidently pressed the 'end' b.u.t.ton.

"Where you headed, Stew?" Doyle stood there.

"Look, Doyle ..." Stew lowered his hands. "I'm not here to cause harm. I'm heading into town."

"I can't let you do that. I promised the sheriff I'd keep an eye out."

"I understand and appreciate that. I also know that you've been told that people are sick outside of Hartworth. That's not true. I promise you with everything I am, I am not sick. I'm a man of my word, Doyle, you know that."

"I do," Doyle nodded. "And Stew, you have a family, that's why I can't let you go into town. It's bad, Stew. Some sort of flu got a grip on things. It's bad. I seen it."

"I did, too." Stew said. "When my granddaughter called using the video phone. She's sick. She's really sick. Like I have never seen. She's alone in there, Doyle, I have to get to her."

"It's bad, Stew," Doyle reiterated.

"I don't care if I don't ever leave, but I have to get to her. I have to."

Finally Doyle lowered his gun, and with a wave of his weapon, he summoned Stew to follow. "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Too long of a walk. I'll drive you. My truck's over there."

"Thank you. Thank you very much." As Stew followed, he looked down at his phone; the call was disconnected. He wasn't worried too much about it, he made it. He was certain Del would be just fine.

"Mr. Del Ray Lewis, ain't that what you call yourself now, Mr. Rock Star?" Larry stepped around his sheriff's car. "Hands in the air. What do you got?"

"Just my phone." Del lifted his hands. "I need to get into town."

"No can do. Guess you haven't watched the news. There's a sickness going on, and I shut my town down to keep it safe."

"Sheriff, I saw the news, there's no sickness." Del kept his distance. "I also talked to my daughter. She's in there. She's sick. I need to get to her."

"Very nice of you to show some concern for your child. But I can't let you in. Turn around. Come back in a couple days."

Del laughed. "Seriously? You can't do this. State Police ...."

"Have already said do what I need to do." Larry smiled.

"Yeah, well, my gut is saying that I am gonna do what I need to do," Del said as he took a step back toward his truck. "Something is happening in that town. Something bad that you don't want anyone to know about it. What did you call me? Mr. Rock Star? Check this out, Sheriff. You need help shutting down this town. One call ..." Del showed his phone. "This rock star is letting the news break."

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