Day II. Later
Fever began three or four years before. No social alarm, no media chaos, just tacit information from the internet fanatics. Flu incubates for a week. Sick people must rest for eight days with 39 or 40 Celsius degrees of temperature. After that, there’re no apparent consequences, no future costs.
I can see her again… long blonde hair… long red nails… prettty face. Who is she and why she saved me?
The vaccine takes effect in one or two hours: miracle of science, a great advance. Remember your name now, remember… G.A.P. labs declared the vaccine free, the whole world was amazed. Why is she here? I remember the vampires, who are they? Vampires are here to take your blood. According to OMS, 90% are vaccinated against flu.
I wake up and she is still here. Is she really trustworthy?
‘Who are the vampires?’ I asked.
‘They need healthy blood,’ she said. ‘We call them vampires because they are looking for blood. There are rough numbers talking about just 5% healthy blood. Vampires are seeking for it.’
Then, that’s the reason I am here, I suppose. I need to be silent, I cannot remember the girl. The dog is looking at me again; he’s in my dreams, licking my hands, good dog.
‘Take one of these.’ She’s giving me a pill; do I really need to take it?
‘It’s just for fever. You don’t need if you don’t like it.’ And she smile, it’s really hard to say no to a pretty woman. I take the pill. No apparent effect. Fever might make me delirious.
‘Did you send me the note?’ I asked.
‘Who did it then?’
‘I don’t know.’
I am feeling worse, even worse when I was in the room. What was in the pill? Is she a vampire too? For the moment, I need to trust on her.
In the beginning there were some immune people… and the alarm began… and flu changed its own condition to attack those immune people.
I am dreaming with the waste long land again. Jack is near me, trying to tell me something, barking, hitting me with his paw. Who am I, Jack? I am in the room now, she is near me again. I’m delirious, I’m sick. I cannot move and I cannot find the words to describe this situation. I’m stuck. She is going to take her bag. What’s in? Jack is barking again and again but I cannot wake up. It is cold here, the vampires are near us. We must run, Jack, escape of this dreary dream.
‘Sleep, John, just sleep.’