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his.
    He smiled.  “Wow.  Are you ready for round three already?”
    She let her bathrobe drop off her shoulders.  She stood naked next to him with a crooked smile on her face.
    He kissed her shoulder, ran his open mouth down the swell of her breast.  He ran a circle around her hard nipple.
    Dropping down onto one knee to kiss her belly, he put his knee right in the dab of wetness.
    “Ah great, I knelt in some bird shit,” he said as he stood back up wiping his knee off with his thumb.
    “We can take a shower and wash it off,” Maria said sexily.
    “That would be nice.”
    Another splat landed on his shoulder.
    “What the fuck? Stupid birds!”
    He looked up.  A diseased man was leaning over the edge of the balcony above them.
    His face was yellow. He was reaching for them.  One of his eyes dropped out of his eye socket and plopped down onto Matt’s chest.  It rolled down the front of his chest.
    “What the hell! Fuck!”
    Matt’s skin changed color in a straight line from his right shoulder down to his nipple.
    Maria screamed.
    Matt shook his head no as he backed up into their suite.  “No, baby.  This can’t be happening!”
    “No, Matt, no! Please! Go wash it off in the shower! Hurry!”
    He quickly ran through their bedroom and jumped into the shower.  Before he could even get the water turned on, his skin begin to bleed from every pore on his back.  He tried to push the yellowing color away but it spread quickly up his arms, across his torso, and down to his legs.
    He cranked on the hot water.  It was scalding hot.  His face grimaced in pain.  The water was burning his skin.  He vomited all over the inside of the shower glass.  Shit surged all over the shower floor.
    Maria fell on her knees next to him as he begged for help, gagging, his eyes bulging.  He wouldn’t let her open the shower door or turn the cold water on.  He died screaming in pain in front of her.
    The bathroom filled with hot steam.
    It was mixed with Maria’s screams.
    Behind her, out in their suite, CNN broke in with breaking news.  A newswoman said, “There are unconfirmed reports coming in from Orlando, Florida that an unknown disease has broken out.  Reports are sketchy at this time.  Stay with CNN.  We will keep you updated.”
     
    After crossing a sky bridge which connected two parking garages, Scott and Kim worked their way down a long infected hallway.
    An elevator stood open at the other end.
    “Step over here, this side,” Scott said as he stepped around a large pool of vomit.  He leaned his back against the wall.  “We can make it.  It’s not that wide.”
    Kim was right beside him.  She leaned her back against the same wall, too.
    The floor was caked with large splotches of vomit, blood and shit.  In it, trillions of thin five inch tall worms were standing up.  They had suddenly started to sprout up everywhere, like grass growing out of concrete.  Maneuvering around the shit splotches was like hopping across a pond full of wobbly shifting stones.
    As she shimmied along a short strip of uninfected carpet, Kim asked, “Are you sure this is the way to your car?”
    Scott said, “Yea it’s on the eighth floor of the parking garage on the other side of this hotel.”
    In a small foyer in front of a locked hotel suite, Scott found enough room to jump across the hall to a larger clearer area of the carpet. A cleaning cart was lying on its side right next to it.
    Kim hopped over the splotch.  She landed right behind Scott, too.  He hadn’t expected her to jump right away.  There wasn’t enough room for the two of them.  Kim lost her footing when she landed.  Scott reached out, caught her and held her close before she fell back into it.
    “Thanks,” she said nervously.  Her eyes were even with his chin.  His body was warm.
    A dead woman wearing a bloody nightgown came to a standing position on the other side of the cleaning cart.  She slowly reached across the cart to touch the two of