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suddenly stopped. Hundreds of cars in all forms of disarray scattered about the road like litter.
                  “What the hell is going on?” Seth said as he got out of his truck once again to look at the mess before him. The scene looked like it came straight out of a doomsday movie.
                  He checked his phone to see if he finally had service. Still the same—no signal. He tapped his phone on his thigh as he thought of what to do next.
                  He had a lot of questions and he needed answers. This, whatever this was that’s going on in Boone can’t be normal. Something was happening and he needed to know what it was.
                  He got back on his truck and turned it around. He decided to head back to his cabin. He just hoped his questions won’t be answered on his way there.
     

 
    Chapter Five: Saved by the Cabin
                  Seth’s mind was racing and his blood pounded hard in his veins as he jumped off his truck and rushed to the cabin. His mind kept replaying the dead bodies and the abandoned cars.
                  He quickly took off his jacket and dropped his bag down on the floor. Okay , he thought as he walked over to the fridge, let’s calm down and think about what to do next. He grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down. The cool water refreshed him and his mind felt clearer.
                  On the drive back from town, he’d been trying to contact someone—anyone—with his two-way radio and his phone but both were useless. He couldn’t get a hold of the local station in Boone nor any of the stations in any of the other towns around. He couldn’t get someone from the Training Center either because his phone didn’t have any service.
                  Seth rubbed his face, thinking. Getting an idea, he went out back and headed to the small shed he built to house his generator. He fired up the generator and went back inside the cabin. There was a ladder near the back of the cabin that led to a small upstairs loft where he had his radio equipment set up.
                  He turned on the radio transmitter and tuned into the 20-meter band used during emergencies. All he could hear was static. “Tsk.”
                  “Hey, is anyone there? This is KB4VXP. I repeat, this is KB4VXP—over.” He said into the radio. No answer. He tried a second time. After his second attempt, a distinct voice broke through the static.
                  “H—…lo? Hello? Is someone there?” A woman’s voice called from the other line.
                  Finally, thought Seth. “Hey. This is KB4VXP. What’s your situation?”
                  “Oh! Thank God! I finally reached someone. Please,” The voice said, clearly distressed. “Please help us. My son and I are the only ones left here and—”
                  “Whoa, wait. Slow down.” Seth said. “What happened? Who’s with you? Who are you?”
                  “Sorry. I—I just…” The woman tried to compose herself. “My name is Jamie Ewen and I live in Ukiah in California. I’m with my son and we’re the only ones left alive here.”
                  “What do you mean you’re the only ones alive there? What happened?”
                  “Everyone died here. They said it was because of some virus called Superpox-99. Please help us. My son is really terrified and I don’t know what to do.” Jamie cried. “I’ve been trying to reach someone all this time but I couldn’t get a hold of anyone.”
                  “Okay, okay. Calm down.” Seth said. “Here’s what I need you to do. Can you drive?”
                  “Yes.”
                  “Okay. I need you to check your TV if it still works. Check if there’s any news for an evacuation in your area. If there isn’t