The Lonesome Road “Dr. Lincoln almost took out a nurse before we got to him.” Pamela heard another male voice. “Sometimes these things wake up suddenly, and then they move faster than we expect.” Pam barely stopped herself from flying to her feet. Dr. Lincoln had passed away, reanimated, and then attacked somebody, and she had slept through it? The infected had seemed to sleep a lot or become very indolent before they died. George had not appeared to be asleep so much as in shock. The educated part of her brain tried to sort through the little evidence she had. But no, as soon as she woke up her body tingled with adrenaline. Except for the fear flooding her brain, Pam’s mind felt clear. She understood the fact that she and Paul, who still slept, had both been infected with some milder airborne form of the virus. But she had no way to understand what that meant. She knew she had never been treated with a virus blocker. She wished Paul would wake up so she could ask him about it.
