Black Flu

Problems

"So, why do you have metal arms?" Amy asked. "I don't remember myself, but I was told that I got blown up by a grenade. They were running some program at the time about replacing human limbs with bionic limbs, and I, not have much of a say, was signed up, and now, I have metal limbs, but they're still hooked up to nerves, so they aren't completely numb. I got this fish tattoo on my arm though." Sal explained. "Do you have a family?" "I... um... no?" Sal answered, confused, thinking over everything she had been told about herself. "Do you remember anything before you got blown up?" "No. I don't remember anything before I woke up, everything that happened before that was told to me by Sam." Amy nodded. "Well, I guess your lucky on the family part. I had a family but I was the only one who didn't get the airborne strain. What even is it? They had to have told you before they sent you out." "They told us nothing, just that we had to find priority number one and find a facility where the disease was engineered and destroy it, the rescuing survivors is an extra and we don't have to do it. I guess that makes you priority number one." Sal explained. Amy looked back at her car which was now at least a mile behind them. "Why didn't you save Steve?" "Sam said he was a lost cause from the start and that you were more important." "What do you call the virus?" Amy asked, trying to get off the subject. "I call it the Black flu because that's what they told us it was, the flu. We only realized that that had been a cover up to keep the public calm when we were the last of the soldiers. The general sent us to the front lines so that we wouldn't have to watch the remainder of our fellow army men die from the 'flu.'" Sal explained angrily. Satisfied with the answers she had gotten, and wishing she had never asked any questions to begin with, Amy redirected her attention to Sam. He had short, straight, brown hair with freckles across his face. He wore a jacket beneath his bulletproof jacket and beneath that, a white T-shirt. "Help! I need help!" Someone yelled. Sam drew his rifle and scanned the surrounding area. "Help me! Help me! I'm upstairs in the building across the street! I need help!" Sam turned to Sal. "Keep your eyes on Amy, I have a bad feeling about this." The doors were thick and metal and the windows had bars over them. Very few lights were on and the floor was covered in glass. "Are you still ok? Where are you?" Sam called out. The door to the building slammed shut. Sal pulled out her rifle and scanned the surrounding darkness."Holy shit!" Marcus screamed. Sam and Sal searched again, but there was no sign of him. "Mommy! I'm scared!" Suzanne cried, hugging Amy's leg."It's going to be ok, just stay close to me." "Oh my god!" Jane screamed. There was no sign of her, almost like she was never there. "We need to get out of here! Get to the top floor!" Sam yelled. The remaining group ran up the stairs. "Get back here!" The voice yelled. Suzanne screamed and ran down a second staircase. Sal grabbed Amy's arm and pulled her toward the window. "Amy! Come on!" Amy looked back at her before pulling free of her grip. "I'm going back for her." Sal said something, but Amy couldn't hear it over her footsteps as she ran down the staircases to the basement. The area was almost completely dark, besides a blue glow coming from a large machine in the middle of the room. Suzanne was huddled up in the far corner of the room. Amy ran over to her and hugged her. "Don't you worry, everything's going to be ok." "He's here." She whispered. Amy turned quickly to face the man between them and the door. "I must admit, girl, you've got guts. I can't wait to tear your apart and eat them!" He pulled out a knife and charge at Amy. Chocho jumped out of her arm and ran at the man. He yelped in pain. Amy punched him in the face, knocking him down. He pulled Chocho off of his leg and threw him at Amy, who caught him. "It seems I am outnumbered! This isn't the last you've heard of-" the door the the basement slammed shut. The man banged on it, but to no avail. "Cameron, stop resisting. Amy, you are a danger to me and everything I've created. I can't risk you living any longer." A voice said through a walkie talkie placed near the machine in the center of the room. "Energy overload, self destruction imminent. Evacuate the building." The facility said. Cameron ran to a corner of the room. Suzanne ran over to Amy. "I'm scared!" "Don't worry, everything's going to be ok."