The Wires{Got The Best of Him}

Sick

 This just in, the lab responsible for experiment on humans has been shut down. We haven't received any information on what exactly they were doing there, however police say that if any of your loved ones have gone missing in the past 6 months, they were most likely located there. Please visit the local police department for more information. That was the first report. Josh was one of the people who went missing. Less than a week later, another report was broadcasted throughout the entire country.

If you have found a missing loved one that was suspected to have been located at the lab, we ask you bring them back to the local police. Scientists have suspicions that the lab may have done something to them, and they need to be examined. We thank you for your cooperation. And just like that, Josh was gone again. They didn't notice anything really wrong with him, but better safe than sorry. The country was on the edge of it's seat. So many people had been taken. There were even rumors flying around that the lab wasn't really shut down.

Please do not go looking for your loved ones. We haven't identified what the lab put in them, or how to remove it. They are in government custody until we do identify it. Stay inside your homes. We do not know if what was injected into them was contagious. If you exhibit any of the following symptoms: The white of your eyes turning any color, coughing up blood, skin breakage on the arms and back, or nails turning black, call 991 immediately. People were scared. The government was giving them next to no information. Almost everyday you could hear police sirens. They were taking people away. Other countries weren't allowed to interfere. Britain closed it's borders. Aaron knew that he had it too. He had the least deadly of all the symptoms. His nails had turned black a long time ago.

It was easy to hide them. In a way, he was lucky. If he wore gloves all the time, no one would know. But the loneliness was eating away at him. He had no way of knowing what happened to his friends. Or Josh, for that matter. He was one of the first to be taken. Aaron had to know what happened to him. That's why he had his phone in his hand, dialing the emergency number.

"Have you seen any symptoms?" Not even a hello. He sighed.

"My nails have turned black."

"Okay, please unlock your door and wait for police to arrive." There was a click and he put the phone down. He unlocked his door as instructed. He sat on his couch and turned on the TV. The cable in Britain had been restricted to one channel, the news. It replayed one message, and a new one was added everyday. He wasn't really listening to the lady talk, though. He was thinking about his friends, his family, his girlfriend. Were any of them still alive? Are any of them in captivity? Are they infected? He had no way of knowing, and it killed him inside.

He was kicked out of his thoughts by a loud knocking at his door. He turned of the TV. "It's unlocked."

The door opened to reveal a man in a suit with 2 police officers behind him. "Hello, Mr. Peasy(prayin and hopin this is correct). You've contracted the sickness, correct?"

Aaron wondered how exactly this man knew his name, but decided not to voice this. "Yeah. My nails have turned black."

The man in the suit was staring right at him. He didn't blink. He creeped Aaron out. "How long have they been like this?"

"What do you mean? I called as soon as I noticed."

"Mr. Peasy, we do not appreciate liars. The latest that symptom in particular shows is 2 weeks. If you have had physical contact with one of the originally infected, 1 week. We know you have been in contact with one of the originally infected, Joshua Bell. How long have you had this?"

Aaron cursed in his head. These guys saw through him like a piece of glass. "Fine. I noticed less than 3 days after Josh was brought to my home."

"Well, considering you are strong enough to walk around and talk without any issues, you are one of the more fortunate. Most people have to be sent to the hospital within 4 days of the initial symptom. Also, from your appearance, you haven't suffered multiple symptoms. This is where your luck runs out though. Even though you've contracted the mildest symptom, there is no guarantee it isn't fatal. We will tell you more at the facility." The man in the suit stepped back through the doorway and moved to the side. The policemen stepped inside. They moved so uniformly that they seemed to be robots. Aaron wouldn't be surprised if they were.

He got off of his couch and walked out of the doorway. Outside a standard police car was waiting for him. The policemen were standing right behind him, and when he didn't move, one of them shoved him with their baton. He turned to glare at the one that did it, and continued on to the car. He didn't fail to notice they left his door open. "Hey, suit dude, could you close my door?"

The man in the suit either failed to notice him, or ignored him, because he didn't close the door. There was someone in the front seat of the police car and Aaron wondered if that person would call to the suit guy. "Mate, would you call the guy in the suit near the door? My front door is open." Aaron half expected him not respond, but when he did he wasn't sure if he wouldn't've preferred the silence.

"It doesn't matter, kid. You're not coming back, and no one else is coming out."