Dr. Landis is returning home after an all-nighter in freezing temps. She’d spent the night blood-testing, peering into her field microscope, and tending to a neighbors’ dairy-herd. They were continuing to die of an unknown disease, one by one.
Through the open farmhouse door, she trod upon a crazy parade of muddy raccoon footprints. ”Hey, guys. Guys?" They probably can't hear me, she thinks. Fox News is on the TV screen at full volume. My kids watching the news? The back of her neck prickles. Alarm registers in all of her body response systems as she realizes it's a school day, early morning, her family should be here, but they are not.
The phone rings...
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