What Happened Me And My Friends Mattie Day And Joyce Carlyle

     When the satellite crashes to Earth, the special team of four people that the government had previously selected, was called to this building. They had samples of the organism, which was found by other people at the crash site sent to the building. They were going to use this sample to research the organism. They hoped to find out what it was and how it killed all of the people who lived in the small town in Arizona. Everything was going well with the research, until the virus started eating through plastic containers and the sterile suits that the workers were wearing. After time, almost all of the workers who were in the building had been killed by this virus. The only person that lived out of the five people who were on the selected team was Mark Hall.

The researches did not anyone that they had come in contact with the disease, which led to the quarantine of the facility. Nancy and Jerry Jaax led people into the facility wearing space suits. Two workers were exposed to the virus, creating a panic among the Center for Disease Control- the CDC.

All I saw was pitch black. As soon as I opened my eyes I felt like I was staring straight into the sun. I jumped out of bed at the sound of my alarm clock blaring noise into my ear. I then glanced at my clock which read 8:13 am. I walked to the kitchen to grab a muffin, but I then heard my dad yell, ”Are you ready for the finals?”.

Everything fades and i am left with a few seconds of shouting from the group of survivors before i am left in nothingness once again

I was immediately worrying about my parents because the dogs wouldn’t be in a state like that if my parents were home. I called Corrie over to do something with the dog as I bolted towards my house. Corrie was already heading towards the house so called out to Kevin to do something with the dog. I opened the door to the house but everything was fine. Nothing out of place the only problem was that there was no life at all. No TV going, no dishes chattering, nothing. I looked around for a note, anything that could explain all of this.

In June of 2011, a woman entered the National Institutes of Health Research Hospital in Bethesda Maryland with a serious, but fairly routine infection; however the subsequent events were to prove anything but routine. The woman was suffering from an infection caused by an antibiotic-resistant organism, but it was a new strain, never before encountered. About a month after she was treated and discharged, another patient came down with the same infection, and then more and more. After many unsuccessful attempts to isolate the cause of the infections, the NIH eventually used a new technology, known as "Whole Genome Sequencing," to isolate the pattern of infection and bring it under control. (Melissa Block, Eddie Cornish) This process is a new way to quickly isolate and sequence the entire genome of a particular organism, which the NIH used to help identify the pattern of infection. Of the 17 other patients who contracted the infection, six died, but it was learned that the pathogen can be transmitted in ways never before seen. (Melissa Block, Eddie Cornish)

approach an arising virus and will never allow another pandemic become as deadly as their

The third and final wave of this lethal killer came in the spring of 1919. Although this mutation was less deadly than its predecessor, it still devastated communities as it continued to add to the death toll. This outbreak was responsible for taking away ten years from the average life expectancy of a person, kept people in a constant panic, and “In its wake, the pandemic would leave about twenty million dead across the world. In America alone, about 675,000 people in a population of 105 million would die from the disease.3” Governments and private organizations both scrambled to find a cure and in 1918 they believed they might have found the source of the virus to be a bacteria rather than a virus. They operated under that assumption until

I open my eyes and the first thing I notice besides the fact that I’m not in my room was the giant pile of shattered glass. I look away from the pile of glass and see a large group of tents and at least ten campfires. Instinctively I get up and start walking towards the tents. All of a sudden a strangely dressed man appears in front of me in a puff of smoke. I fall on my butt out of sheer shock.

It had been 2 days since the virus was revealed to the masses, and it was just getting worse. It was march 22, 2054. I forgot who I truly used to be before the outbreak, but I remember my name. Chuck Baron. My wife and son were killed in a military raid on our town. They preformed a test to see who was infected, and who wasn't. I had jut got back from a business trip when the outbreak started, so I had no idea this was happening. I was the only one in my neighborhood that made it out alive. I didn't look back. I just started walking.

Five years have passed since the outbreak and humanity is hanging on by a thread.

Judging by the look the colonel gave me, I had guessed he already was. So I decided to come clean about everything. “The truth is, I used to work as a scientist in the town. I used to specialize in diseases and how to prevent them or find cure for what couldn’t be prevented. Before this outbreak had happened we had found a certain gene, almost like a mutation of some kind. We tried to study it and instead we just discovered exactly what had happened. The gene would kill the host before the body reanimates and begins to hunt and spread the plague, which we had named the Berserker

Some new techniques that have been developed in the last few years means that the researchers can now see into the past of modern diseases. They can do this by being able to unravel its genetic code, and by extracting DNA from the fossils to detect traces of disease. It shows that many infectious diseases have been progressing with the human population for millions of years.

And my vision was fading to black, and I knew it wasn’t good, but there was nothing I could do. Everything was white, like the hospital. Smooth and calm and blurred, as if I was underwater.

Throughout the last ten days I have been occupied reading Steven King’s The Stand and I am currently on page 185. In my novel Nick Andros is currently in the town of Shoyo, which is being ravaged by a destructive plague. Outside the town are soldiers, who are attempting quarantine the town before the disease spreads further. Another character, Frannie, is at her home in Maine. She is dealing with pressure from her parents and boyfriend due to a surprise pregnancy. Further south in Georgia, is Stu Redman, who is being held in a cell at the CDC because he is one of the first exposed to the disease. Not showing symptoms, it is expected Stu is immune, and he is pressing his captors for more information regarding the outbreak. In this journal I