brought Dr. Marcil
and Dr. Simone with me. Miranda, they’ve found a cure! ZMapp! We’ve
brought enough for everyone in the city.” Miranda embraced Bob with
another hug, “Thank you!” she mouthed.
The elevator doors
opened and two soldiers emerged in their protective suits pushing
carts, each loaded with two crates of the brown ZMapp boxes.
“Men, over here!”
Bob waved.
The soldiers slalomed
their carts through the sick, making their way to Bob.
Bob removed the top box
off the cart, and set is on the floor. He broke the tape seal and
pulled the cardboard flaps open. He reached in and pulled out a clear
plastic IV bag. The bag had ZMapp stamped across the top in black
lettering. As Bob held up the bag, the setting sunlight coming
through the hospital shone over the bag, giving the fluid inside an
almost yellowish tint. Bob’s second thought was apple juice, but he
knew there was something much more powerful within the bag's plastic
shell. Bob glanced up at the five curious suits that had gathered
around him, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the future of
mankind.” Bob held up the oversized yellow juice bag, in the back
of his mind, he was secretly thinking…. “I hope.”
Chapter 10
October 11th 7:55pm
“Dude, I’ve gotta
pause this. I'm starving, and my eyes are starting to burn.” Chevy
tossed his controller on the coffee table and leaned back, stretching
his arms over his head.
“Mine too buddy!
Let’s take a food break. What do we have?” Chevy looked over at
me, like I was going to make us some dinner.
“I don’t know. Quit
being so lazy and go look yourself.”
Over the next five
minutes, Chevy hounded me, goading me into making dinner. Finally, I
gave in because of my own hunger, “I’ll take a look in the
kitchen.” As I stood up, I remembered my mom had texted me last
week, while Chevy and I were out. She said she picked up a few things
for us, and they were in the freezer and on the floor of the mud
room.
Off from our kitchen,
we have a mud room. The old lady who owns our apartment, said she
thought having a chest freezer was a great place to keep food, and
everyone should have one in their home. Chevy and I barely ever used
the mud room, and we used the freezer even less. Occasionally, we
would throw in some ice cream or frozen popsicles in the summertime.
When I got to my feet, I gave Chevy
a smiling stare. He gave me a quizzical look as those magical words
flowed from my lips, “Mom went shopping for us! The loot is in the
freezer.” Chevy jumped to his feet, and we raced through the
kitchen and froze outside the mud room door. We turned looking at
each other and then we both drew our attention to the door handle. I
reached out, twisted the handle, and gave the door a light push. As
it swung open, I heard angels singing in the background, Ahhhhhhhh!
The kitchen light shone through us and cast just enough light in the
mud room to reveal four cases of Mountain Dew cans sitting on top of
the freezer with a note resting on top,
You were in luck boys. There were some great sales this week!
Enjoy,
Love,
Mom
“Yes!” Chevy and I
both sang as I pulled a can from the case, tossing it to him.
“Dude, your mom
rocks!” Chevy warbled. The floor was scattered with bags upon bags,
each overflowing with glorious food.
Chevy and I emptied one
bag at a time, taking inventory of our precious food. As I emptied
them, Chevy put everything away on the mud room shelves.
“Would you look at
this, Ty? We’ve got soup, stew, bread, chili, beans, cookies,
crackers, potatoes, and tons of other stuff. You better tell your
mom, I love her when you see her again!” I looked up from the bag I
was going through, “Don’t worry I plan on it!”
Once the food was put
away, Chevy and I stacked the soda on the floor, so we could check
out the inside of the freezer. The door opened to reveal two frozen
lasagnas, five pizzas and about two dozen TV dinners “Wow! Dude!
We’re set for