“This is obviously airborne,” Shanley
says, “and it infects the lungs first with almost flu-like
symptoms, so it’s definitely a respiratory disease. The thing is,
it kills like the bleed, so I can only assume this is a mutated
strain. Since we haven’t gotten it—” he motions with one hand,
including Parker, Dylan, and me in that statement— “I’m thinking it
might just attack someone with antibodies to the original strain.
So any of the colonists are susceptible to it.”
Ellington pinches the bridge of his nose, as
he tends to do when things are getting out of control, and he
murmurs, “Fuck. Now what?”
“I have to study it more,” Shanley
tells him. Beside me, Dylan sighs. I know, baby,I
think—researching the virus means staying here longer and neither
of us wants that. “I’ve started them on a combination of adenosine
and rifavir, which I’m hoping will inhibit the virus before it gets
to the bleed out stage. I think we should put everyone else on the