Arthur Rosbury-Yoder

Love's Subtle Gift

Allison peered through the microscope at the reaction between her latest, and final, attempt to create a defense against the Satan Virus. Slowly, the virus attacked the antibodies in her serum - tearing them into fragments and destroying them. Alone there in her lab she felt the heavy hand of failure casually and callously brush aside the fate of the entire human race. She was the last surviving researcher ... her lab the final place where an antidote might be produced. There were no more samples available. Everyone else who might have made a difference was already dead. Only the extreme isolation and precautions she had taken had kept her safe to fight on as billions across the World had so rapidly succumbed. So this was it, then. There would be no cure, no vaccine ... and probably, no human race. Where there had been, just moments before, a tiny shred of hope there was now only an empty coldness.