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  ISBN (eBook): 978-1-61868-1-836

  Infection and Containment copyright © 2013

  by Sean Schubert

  All Rights Reserved.

  Cover art by Travis Franklin.

  This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author and publisher.

  T A B L E O F C O N T E N T S

  BOOK 1: I N F E C T I O N

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  PART TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  PART THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FORTY

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY

  CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

  CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

  CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

  EPILOGUE

  BOOK 2: C O N T A I N M E N T

  PROLOGUE

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  PART TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FORTY

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY

  CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

  CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

  CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

  PART THREE

  CHAPTER SIXTY

  CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

  CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

  CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

  CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

  CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

  CHAPTER SEVENTY

  CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

  EPILOGUE

  BOOK I:

  I N F E C T I O N

  Part One

  Chapter 1

  “I love coming up here! Alaska is my favorite place in the whole world.”

  Little Martin Houser truly meant what he said when he repeated his revelation, for what seemed to be the one-hundredth time. He loved coming to Alaska with his family. He was the only one in his class who had ever been to such a distinctly different place. At first, he didn’t really know what the big deal was. It was just a place after all. The more that he heard people talk about this place, however, the more he accepted that Alaska held some kind of magic. His family had been coming to Alaska every two or three years since he was born—meaning that he was now in Alaska for his fourth time.

  They stayed in a beautiful deluxe cabin. There were three bedrooms, a large great room with an enormous stone-faced fireplace, a beautiful solarium off the main room, and indoor flushing toilets. This was an amenity that his mother had always remarked as the most important feature of the cabin. Personally, Martin didn’t see the big deal. He was able to do all that he needed outside in the woods, and usually did. It had just become a part of the grand experience for him. There was a loft area above the bedrooms, electricity from a very large diesel powered generator housed in a small shack outside, and even a satellite dish for television. It was better than their house.

  This was an especially good year for Martin because he had been allowed to invite a friend. The decision was, not surprisingly, made the moment the opportunity was presented to Martin. He knew exactly whom he would like to bring: Danny Mahoney.

  It was Danny Mahoney’s first trip to Alaska, but given that he was only ten years old, he was years ahead of most visitors to the state, who often didn’t find time in their lives to visit the state until after retirement. He and Martin were best friends from playing on the same soccer team for the past two years. Martin’s family, all five of them including Martin, were nice and generous and had readily welcomed Danny to travel with them, all except Alec, Martin’s older brother, that is.

  Martin’s dad, Mr. Houser, was an ordinary man of ordinary height, ordinary weight, wore ordinary clothes, had an ordinary job, and led an ordinary life. Most people would consider him average, if not a little less than average, in all things in life. He wa
s, however, pleasant and willing to spend time with Martin and Danny and any other kids that might be around; something many adults weren’t willing to do. Danny liked Mr. Houser and trusted him.

  Mrs. Houser, Ginny, was anything but ordinary. She was about as tall as her husband but about twice his size. She was loud and easily excited and always laughing with loud, contagious, storm bursts of laughter, full of life and enthusiasm. She always smelled sweet and inviting; a combination of her ample perfume and the treats that were always in her pockets, purse, hands, or mouth. At soccer games, she always brought the best after game snacks and was known for that by all the other kids on the team.

  Martin’s brother, Alec, was older by five years, tall, thin, and athletic. He played basketball all the time and teased Martin and Danny for being too short to play basketball, and for having had to settle with playing soccer of all things. In public, Martin and Danny both chafed at the insults and resented Alec, but in private they both secretly admired him and looked up to him. That admiration made it that much harder to accept Alec’s barbed comments. Alec didn’t wear really baggy clothes like a lot of his friends wore, or, more to the point; his parents wouldn’t let him wear clothes like that. He compromised, though, by wearing a series of loose fitting licensed replica basketball jerseys and buying his jeans a size too big. That was as baggy as it got with him, which was just fine as far as he was concerned. It was harder to play a sudden impromptu game if he was wearing baggy jeans.

  Martin’s sister, Julie, or Jules as everyone called her, was two years younger than him. Alec had overheard a conversation once between his parents and some family friends in which Jules was referred to as a mistake. Jules was small and pretty with longish dark hair and blue eyes that usually precipitated second and sometimes a third looks from people. Her eyes were absolutely electric with life. Jules usually tagged along with Martin and Danny, which was just fine with them. She made the two of them three.

  The three of them were currently running a roughly cut path through small trees and thick brush. Below them and to their right was a gray and gravelly creek bed through which coursed an equally gray and gravelly near frigid stream of melting glacial water.

  To Martin, the only one of the three of them who could credibly claim to remember, it seemed that they should have already found the glacier. Had it melted? Was it all gone? He bragged about his experiences on and around this small arm of the Crenshaw Glacier. Now, with the glacier gone, would it appear that he had been only telling stories? Lies? Nervously, he started chewing on his lower lip as he ran. Where was it?

  And then, there it was; part of it anyway. He could see a narrow spit of ice that thrust itself into the flowing water, as if it were the glacier’s tongue lapping at the currents. Around a bend in front of them, he could finally see a substantial sea of dirty frosty white against a backdrop of green and brown. When they got closer, they could see the deep blue hue of the dense ice as it refracted the sun’s light.

  “What’s that smell?” crowed Jules through her sudden grimace.

  It was an awful odor, worse than the manure smell from back home in Minnesota and worse than that rotten fish smell at the piers down in Seward. A faint breeze helped to thin it enough for them to continue on.

  Danny suggested, “Smells like somethin’ died. We probably oughta watch out for bears.”

  Almost on cue, both Martin and Danny took their small pocketknives from their front pockets and bared their shiny blades. Jules picked up a stick and held it at the ready.

  “What’s that?” asked Jules, pointing at a black mass partially encased in the receding ice.

  “Probably where that smell is comin’ from,” Martin thought out loud.

  And then they did what kids do. They went down to the dark mass and closer to the odor to investigate and possibly poke it with Jules’ stick. Down near the creek bed and without the benefit of the breeze, the odor was nearly unbearable.

  Jules, through her hand cupped over her nose and mouth, said, “It looks like a person.”

  “It does kind of look like a person,” Danny agreed, “but how could a person be in the middle of this big hunk of ice?”

  Martin suddenly lit up with delight. “Maybe it’s a caveman or something. Maybe we’re gonna be famous. Jules, you got your camera with you?”

  Proud of herself for being prepared to contribute to their fame, she beamed, “Sure do,” and produced the silver digital camera from her backpack.

  Danny asked, “How long d’ya think it’s been in there?”

  Trying to sound authoritative and intelligent, Martin posited, “He’s probably been in there since the last ice age. Probably thousands of years.”

  “Thousands of years,” Jules echoed.

  Danny walked up and looked a little closer at the exposed upper torso, upper arms from the shoulders down to just above the elbows, and head. He had no hair and didn’t appear to have any clothes. His skin was as grey as a stormy sky, with blue veins that crackled across his arms like lightning. On the left side of his neck was a terrible tear in the grey flesh that exposed the black tissue underneath. “Looks like he’s really starting to rot. Maybe something took a bite outta him too.”

  By this time, Jules had started taking pictures. Danny, getting his nerve up a little, stood right next to the find and smiled for a snap. With the blue-white flash of the camera still spreading itself out over and around the glacier like an echo, Danny was forced to duck out of harm’s way as Martin swung Jules’ stick at him. The blow went wide and landed on the ice just to the left of their caveman.

  “Careful Marty,” Jules warned, “you might hurt him or something. Maybe we should go get Mom and Dad.”

  “Okay, but if Alec is there we don’t tell him. Deal?”

  The other two agreed enthusiastically.

  Martin, as a last measure of his feat, decided that he too should be photographed next to their find, if only for posterity’s sake. He walked over and stood right next to the frozen figure and smiled. It was a big cheesy smile that stretched all the way from their home in the Midwest to there in Alaska.

  Jules held the camera up and thought she saw something that was just out of the digital frame. She lowered the camera and looked more closely. Nothing. Lifting the camera back up, she snapped another picture. But this time, as the flash momentarily partially blinded everyone, something did move. At first, Martin thought that it was just Danny swinging the same stick at him, but when the teeth came down on his shoulder he knew better.

  The bite didn’t break through his two shirts, but when Martin recoiled and raised his hand to fend off the attack he squealed out in pain. The frozen man was lunging desperately, hungrily at Martin. And when he got hold of Martin’s hand, he bit down hard, driving one of his few jagged, brown teeth into Martin’s soft, white skin.

  His movements became more frantic, as he obviously tried to free himself and keep a tight hold of Martin’s hand. Danny came to the rescue, striking at the man’s head until he forced it to loosen its grip. Seemingly enraged, Martin’s attacker started to literally quake in the icy grip that still held it firmly, if temporarily, in place.

  Martin fell onto his back on the grey, silty beach, clutching at his hand and crying pitifully, blood spilling onto his other hand and down his front, individual spots of crimson gradually forming into a single dark patch that covered his grey Alaska t-shirt.

  Danny, still holding the stick at the ready, said over his shoulder, “Jules, get him to his feet and let’s get going. Jules, now.”

  Shaken from her stupor, Jules gathered Martin up to his feet and helped him up onto the ledge overlooking the creek. Danny was quickly on their heels, stick still in hand.

  Martin trailed blood and tears all the way back to the cabin. Even before they had gotten there, Danny started yelling at the top of his voice. He shouted for help, any help that he could get for his friend who was starting to stagger slightly.

  Mr. Houser was the first to get to them, run
ning to meet their voices just outside the clearing where the cabin sat. Martin’s mother was standing in the doorway, looking out with concern. In her hand, she still held the knife with which she was cutting the watermelon she was preparing for a snack.

  She yelled from the door, “What happened, Marty?”

  He stuttered, “...bit me. He bit me. I can’t believe it. He bit me.”

  Mr. Houser looked to Danny for clarification, “What’s he talking about? Who bit Marty?”

  Jules chimed in, “It’s true. There was a man...a caveman, frozen in the ice, and he bit Marty’s hand. He must have only been sleeping when he got frozen and woke up kind of hungry. He bit Marty awfully hard.”

  Ginny, still in the doorway, shouted, “What happened dear?”

  Mr. Houser answered flatly, “Something bit Marty.”

  “A man...a caveman bit Marty,” Jules corrected and, running across the clearing toward her mother she continued, “He smelled really bad mommy, and was yucky all over.” She started to cry, “And when he bit Marty, he scared me.”

  “Oohh, honey. It’ll be okay. Whatever it was is probably long gone by now. You’re okay and we’ll make sure Marty is okay too.” Jules all but disappeared in the warm, sweet embrace of her mother, but the security therein did not stop the tears.

  By then, Mr. Houser and Danny had helped Martin to the cabin. The puncture wound was a small hole in the soft tissue between Martin’s thumb and index finger. To Mr. Houser, it really didn’t appear to be much of an injury, but try as he might to apply pressure, he couldn’t stop the bleeding. He wiped the gash repeatedly but as quickly as he did, like oil seeping up through sand, the blood returned. He’d soiled a handful of towels before deciding that something else needed to be done.

  “Marty’s bleeding pretty bad here. I think we oughta get him to a hospital. He might need a rabies shot or something. Where’s Alec?”

  “He’s around the other side shooting baskets.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m right here. Heard him crying all the way up,” interrupted Alec. He looked at Marty at first with annoyance and then with genuine concern once he saw the amount and deep red of the blood that was all over his brother’s shirt, pants, and arms.