The bombs fell, and with them, our hopes. Some were classic explosives, destined to blow innocent people apart. However, most contained the dangerous Z13 virus. The virus took control of the host body and used it to infect others. When everyone is infected, they die. They have nothing left to feed on. With them, the host body dies. Everyone was hurrying to The Shelter, an underground building in the middle of the village. If you didn’t make it before the door closed, you were left to die. They couldn’t risk the virus getting in.
When the bombs fell, I was fifteen. I was out working in the fields when I saw the planes approaching. I ran for The Shelter, warning people on the way. Even now, forty years later, I still remember the sound of the first bomb exploding. It landed in the building next to me with a dull thud. Then, it blew the fragile wood house apart. A piece of shrapnel sliced across my leg and I collapsed. I thought that was the end. Hands, strong and callused from working in the fields, picked me up and carried me. I never saw their face. They brought me to the door and pushed me inside. The door shut behind me, and my savior was left outside. There was a hiss and the door was sealed shut.
Other than me, there were six other people in The Shelter. I had no siblings, and neither of my parents was inside. The other six people were: Brusch Gar, a strong man who was very influential in the village; Makra Ver, a rich merchant; Hera Gar, Brusch’s wife; Grego For, a skilled hunter; Trea Het, the daughter of the village chief; and Boio Kar, an energetic twelve-year-old. Boio was my cousin, and he immediately came to stand by me.
“I’d hoped the bombs wouldn’t fall until I had passed.” Makra said.
“Silence,” Brusch said, his voice deep and rumbling, “We need to disinfect ourselves. If one of us was infected, it could spell doom for us all.”
We stumbled down a hallway and each went into separate rooms. Each room was like a miniature bathroom. In one corner was a shower, a toilet was directly across from it, and a sink was next to that. I quickly undressed and stood for about ten minutes under the hot water in the shower. I didn’t turn the temperature down at all. The water was mixed with a powerful disinfectant, which killed any germs, diseases, and viruses on my body. That, mixed with the heat, should have killed Z13—if it was present at all. When I was done, I grabbed a towel off the rack, wrapped it around my waist, and dumped my clothes in the incinerator. I walked down the hallway to a different room. A gray shirt and gray pants were sitting on a small cot. Five years before, the village chief had shown everyone what we would do if we made it to The Shelter. I put the shirt and pants on, and then went back outside. Everyone else was outside as well.
“Everyone, go back inside your room. Do all of the tests. If any of them are red, call it through the door, and never leave,” Brusch said. “Don’t leave the room until all of the tests are green.”
He was referring to the metal trays filled with clear gel in all of the rooms. The trays were separated into three areas. I went back into my room and pulled out the tray. With it was a metal pick, about half the size of a knitting needle. I held my thumb over one of the segmented areas and poked myself with the needle. A second later, a drop of blood fell into the segment. I wrapped the wound in some fabric and continued. I stirred the blood in with the needle. In the end, there was a pinkish liquid. I added some saliva to another area and stirred it in. Mucus went in the last one. Then, I set the tray in a drawer and sealed it. Results wouldn’t show for about a month. The clear gel in each tray was a solution that scanned blood, saliva, and mucus for the Z13 virus. Symptoms didn’t always show immediately, so we used the trays to make sure no one had it. If the gel turned green, it was fine. If it turned red, it wasn’t fine. I laid down on the cot and fell asleep. Weeks passed like that. Waking up and checking the trays. Sitting around doing nothing until I was tired. Checking the trays again and then going to sleep. One day, I woke up and saw that the blood and mucus areas were green. I almost cheered. I still had to wait for the saliva. So, I waited. Two more weeks passed. I woke up one day and heard scratching out in the hallway. Howls followed. I checked the saliva and saw it was green. Then, I opened the door. The howling was coming from behind one of the doors. It was Makra Ver’s door.
“He has been infected,” Brusch said from behind me, “I remotely sealed his door. The disease won’t get out, but neither will he.” Other people poked their heads out.
“Are they all green?” Brusch asked. Everyone nodded, “Good. I regret that we lost one person, but losing more would be catastrophic.”
“Should we take the tests again?” Hera asked.
“We took the tests after being near him. If any of us were infected, it would’ve shown. We should be good. If you feel strange, immediately lock yourself in your room. Now, let's move deeper.” We walked to the end of the hallway and crowded into an elevator. It took us down. We got off in a large room. The room contained tables, a stockpile of food, and exercise equipment.
“Everyone must spend at least an hour a day exercising in some way,” Brusch said, “We don’t want anyone to get weak.”
“I don’t think I’ll need it,” Boio said, “Working in the fields has made me stronger.”
“That’s good. We’ll probably be here for at least a year, maybe more. If we don’t exercise, we won’t be strong enough to survive outside.” I contemplated the equipment. Some of it looked foreign, and I wondered how you would use it. I also felt I wouldn’t need it, but there was a silent agreement between everyone that Brusch was the leader. I wasn’t built like Brusch, but in the past five years of working in the fields, I had gained muscle, and on weekends I wrestled with other boys my age. I spent most of my time in the fields, and I normally won every duel.
“We only have these two areas, so there might be times when you are bored. It doesn’t matter. Whatever you do, don’t open the door. There could be legions of infected people outside, or just the virus waiting to come in. Now, I’m done talking, so do what you please. As of now, we are going to ration the food.”
“We have plenty!” Grego said.
“We don’t know how long we’ll be here. If we eat all the food and we can’t leave, we might as well let the virus in. No one eats food unless I say so. If you’re hungry, do something to take your mind off it.” With that, Brusch walked over and began lifting weights. Boio came over to me.
“What should we do?” he asked.
“You can go exercise. I’m going back to my room.” I went to the elevator and returned to my room. The next six years went by like that. We celebrated birthdays, and mourned for those we’d lost. In the second year, Hera died. Not long after that, Boio discovered a secret room packed with food. It was enough to last a hundred years. Then, seven years later, Trea and I got married. We began with seven. Four died. Now, it is just me, Trea, Boio, and you four. My lovely children.