The forest held its breath, and so did Amelia, as she crouched in its undergrowth, heart hammering and a lump rising in her throat. She silently swore off the next fiery ache that coiled in her thighs. She listened for the delicate puff of air that would bring the spores, echoing across the pines and oaks as they descended in a curtain of death that would fell the living, leaving in their wake only the eerie, absolute silence of death.
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Mickey Monroe was thrilled that the fence around the Critical Research Compound had been blown down by the windstorm the previous night. He lived just a couple of blocks away and had been tempted by the beautiful pool that was reserved for employees and families only, for as long as he could remember. The patterned tile, the light emanating from within the pool, and the spectacular statues of nudes and mythical animals fascinated him. The men and women who swam there dispelled any idea of homely science nerds. Some days he would stare at the women in their barely there suits, until he was noticed at which time he would saunter off. The kids at his high school hinted of orgies after dark, but he could never confirm the rumors despite frequently trying.
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I always thought that when it rains that means someone died. Funerals need rain like they need flowers or a priest or a rabbi or an imam.
It rained a lot that summer.
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It was a late spring day in 1981. Ana Severino clocked off early from the paediatrics ward in Hospital de Madrid. The new national healthcare system meant there were more and more staff on the ward, so no-one would notice her leave a few minutes before the end of her shift.
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