He knew somehow before noticing her missing backpack and clothes and before discovering the note on the bedside table. And when he saw what was resting on top of the folded piece of paper he was sure. The note she had left was painfully short: ‘I have to go on alone. This is very hard for me, but I have to do it. Don’t try to follow. Use the vaccine immediately. When this is over, if we’re both still alive, find me here.’ On the bottom of the slip of paper were what appeared to be a set of very specific coordinates. Jason used the notepad feature in his ultra-secure non-E app to jot the numbers down then used a match to burn the note, watching the flames consume the paper with a mixture of hurt and frustration, the fire turning his last bit of brightness into ash and little embers that quickly disappeared in the air. Now he was truly alone. In a numb state of semi-shock, he took the vial and stuck the little needle in a vein in the crook of his arm, popping off the second cap with his thumb and watching the clear liquid disappear into his bloodstream.
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