2019 My phone rang. Special Agent Isaac Anderson. “Two things,” Anderson barked in my ear. “One. We gotta get you out of there immediately.” “Sooner the better,” I said, glaring warily at the door. Fear for Katie’s safety was carving holes in my stomach. Rumor of the bounty on our heads spread instantly. Instantly! Like wildfire. We could hear men outside growing rowdy. “Two. We found him.” “Found the Chemist?” I asked. Samantha turned from the door to eavesdrop on the phone call, her eyebrow arched. I put the call on speaker. “Roger that. The Chemist. He made a mistake. We’ve been monitoring as many towers as we can with microphones and infrared cameras. We got lucky. That recording was made on the thirtieth floor of the Gas Company Tower, and based on heat signatures it appears the Chemist was present.” “How do you know? He answered, “Infected have warmer blood. Didn’t you know? You guys run hot.” “Heck yeah we do.” Samantha spoke up. “Is he still in the tower?”
