"dude shut up"
"it's just.... do you even know what your dad works on down here?"
"do you even know how little i care, grow a spine retard"
the clink of glass. a cascade of rippling light on the bare walls.
"i told you stupid, don't touch the walls he keeps this place so tidy i'll get my ass busted if you smash anything"
"ok ok, chill out no need to get angry"
"yea i know. look get over here. would you just come in already?"
"thats what she said"
"your an idiot you know that?"
"why thank you"
"so what is it you wanted to show me?"
"this. look at it, you see it? this could wipe out humanity dude"
"wow. it looks like snot. can i hold it?"
"no man back off hey!!"
the shatter of glass. a spray of the unknown.
"hey dude you ok? dude?"
a cruel laugh. a wolfish grin. shattering glass. blood.
the oval office a week later
"my fellow americans it is my it is my deepest regret to inform you that we are under attack. as you are aware i have been forced to impose a curfew in all cities. stretched as our armed forces are i ask that you take every caution to remain inside at all times. this plague is not something we can take lightly. our own loyal citizens are turning on themselves. i can assure you our top scientists are working on removing this disease from existence and that this madness will not hold our strong nation in its terrible grip for much longer. for we must be strong to stand against an adversary that we cannot see, those enemies we cannot predict are always those that cause us the most pain."
a pause. sadness washes over a great man. an audible sigh.
"i apologize. i must seem awfully in coherent to you. all of you."
TelePrompTers stop rolling.
"my wife fell to the madness earlier this very day. i stand here. on your televisions, on your radios. as nothing but what i am. a man grieving for a loss, not only my loss. but the loss of a nation. the madness cannot. MUST not pin us down and eat us from the inside out. from hence forth i am giving all military units the order to kill anyone suspected to be carrying the madness virus."
a slam on the door. a cackle, almost gleeful in its insanity.
"i stand before you a dead man"
the slide of a loading gun. shot fired.
a wolfish smile.
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