Today I was ushered into a bright room, when my eyes adjusted I saw several cameras set up ready to capture my every move and action. I fixed my lab coat, and walked over to Grace, last time I saw this girl, she was laughing as Slack jaws surround me in Quentin's colosseum of sadistic punishment. The time before that she was slitting the necks of two infected, however not yet turned, people. Hatred began boiling in my heart. I looked next to the bed she was strapped to and saw an assortment of medical implements. I ran my finger along the cold steel scalpel. It would be so easy, to kill her right now, after all she's done. All the lives she's taken. I could make it look like an accident, a small slip of the wrist, or a mixed up vial, and justice would be done.
But in that moment a still small voice said, "No, it is not your place". It was right. Killing her would make me no better, while her motivation in life was to take life, mine was save it. I stood there in silence, when I heard the voice of the director say, "Anytime you are ready to begin we can start filming". I said, "I'm Ready". I began to demonstrate how to properly take care of an infected individual. I could feel the eyes of all the people who would watch this, doctor scrambling to save the infected, interns learning how to deal with the rare condition that appear from time to time, and the students researching ancient diseases long since eradicated. Only months ago I was a junior Bio student at a university, now I am the leading researcher of the most important medical event since bubonic. I displayed how to properly clean a bite wound, how to medicate the victim, and explained the plague itself. Everything went according to plan. I administered the cure and wrapped up the demonstration Afterwards I washed my hands and left the room down the hall I ran into the president who congratulated me on my success, and continued on his way. NOw that i've done my update I'm gonna go pass out now.
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