"Roger!" I yelled in a voice louder than usual.
Almost immediately a large, rounded man turned the sharp corner into the forgotten storage room. His brow was sweaty. That must have been from the run down the hall.
"Everything ok Stan?" He asked in an annoyed tone. I noticed now that he had dropped everything he was doing to run down down the hall just to find me in great shape.
"Look at this" I said as I pointed to the label on a dusty vial I had found under the splintering wooden shelf. It must have fallen down there a while ago. The side was cracked and breaking.
Variola Major the paper read in big black letters.
Now Roger was leaning over my shoulder curiously, wondering what the heck I had just found. I moved my thumb out of the way so that he could read the vial.
"Ah" I shuddered under my breath when my thumb slid against one of the broken slits of glass. A single drop of the liquid fell straight into my open wound. Roger didn't notice.
"Smallpox?" He questioned in disbelief.
"Yeah" I replied in a quiet voice.
