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A devastating virus spreads through the Deimos Moon Station killing fifty-six people. Dr. Carter is somehow immune and the sole survivor. Vowing to avenge the lives of his colleagues and his lover, Carter takes two vials of the contagious lethal virus to Earth with the intention to infect and kill Boyd Grayson, the owner of Grayson Enterprises. He holds Grayson responsible for their deaths. His blind vengeance dismisses the fact that there is no cure, placing the entire world population at risk.
Genre: FICTION / ThrillersDeimos Moon Life Station
Death crept silently through the stainless steel corridors inside the Deimos Life Station. Disease was his breath and decay, his fragrance.
Dr. Frank Carter sat at his desk, speaking into the life station computer microphone, recording his final log. His wavy black hair was unkempt, and he needed to shave. Weary, he spoke with little emotion, almost in a monotone.
“We had no compassion for the dying; no remorse for the dead. Their deaths had ended the burning torment pulsing through their diseased bodies.”
His voice crackled. Dr. Carter paused and sipped some bottled water. He lingered for a few moments to gather his composure and rubbed his tired eyes. Finally, he cleared his throat to continue his report. “We called it an alien virus, but we were the aliens. We’re the invaders. The virus was the only response Deimos had to rid itself of us, its human infestation.”
Carter sighed. “Computer, end recording.”
“Yes, Dr. Carter,” the computer replied.
Carter stood and grabbed his stainless steel briefcase. Glancing around the lab, he found himself overwhelmed. Silhouetted memories from when the room had been filled with other scientists and nurses played in his mind. He could almost still see them interacting. For a few moments he fought the building emotions welling inside, and then his gaze rested upon the picture on his desk. He sickened from the loss and heartbreak. His knees weakened.
Carter’s eyes softened and heated with tears. His chest muscles constricted, making breathing difficult. A lump formed in his throat that made swallowing nearly impossible. His loss was too difficult for him to accept. He doubted the pain would ever lessen.
He picked up the picture frame and his hands shook. Frozen in time, from the previous New Year’s Eve party, was his nurse and lover, Wanda Myers.
