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I had the strangest dream last night, so I thought I'd make it into a short story.

We were gathered around in the burnt-out office building, pretending that the wall-to-wall glass would protect us from the survivors wandering the streets. Their purposless wandering was beginning to grate upon everyones nerves; the resemblence to zombies in 50's horror fils only added to the feeling of despair.

"What do we do now?" the youngest asked. He was only 14 and having a tough time coping with the events of the last week. His whole life had been sheltered, he'd never even known that living creatures could get sick before his family fell ill. The elimination of virii and bacterium was to be covered in the next semester of biology.

"I don't know. There's got to be a way to get to Canada, doesn't there?" The former housewife looked at the rest of the group hopefully. It seemed she still believed there were cities untouched by the plague. She either hadn't seen the news in the last days or was so deep in denial that she might never recover.

"No. Don't you see? There's no one out there to help us!" The young redhead had a headset surgically grafted to her head; that and her manner marked her as government. No one asked which branch, but they all looked to her to lead. They probably trained her for this sort of thing, right?

"We have to get to the medical facility. They're probably working on finding a cure right now." She had to look away. The hope in their eyes was almost too much to bear; she couldn't bring herself to tell them that they would be the subjects of the experiments that might lead to a cure for the rest of the population. If she could get them there, that is.