Haha. Okay here's an excerpt. I didn't quite get far enough to really put it in the book but the idea is really fresh in my mind (Lorenzo is Janice's boyfriend by the way).
"Janice, why don't you go to sleep? You just got out of the hospital and you must be exhausted." Lorenzo replaced the respirator he was wearing and slid his thin fingers into a fresh pair of gloves.
"What?" Janice squinted at him. Her eyes looked blank. Emotionless.
"Janice, you really do look tired-" He paused. Didn't she say the sleep is what allows liver fever to amplify? He thought. No. The virus has already amplified... it can't happen again, can it? They got rid of it. She is the only survivor on earth.
"Janice." She repeated. "Janice..."
"What is going on?" Lorenzo cried, startled. "Janice!"
She went rigid, and crashed to the floor.
"Oh my Lord! Janice please! Stay with me. What in tarnation?" He could only stare as she started twitching, jerking... seizing! "A seizure?"
Lorenzo was not in any way medically educated. His mind blanked. "Janice! Somebody help!" He shouted in vain.
"The phone!" He fumbled for the phone, his fingers shaking. "Where is it? Where is it?" Tears streamed down his face. It lay on the coffee table, having been abandoned for days. It slipped from his fingers and he cursed. He instinctively dialed 911.
"Due to the high volume of 911 calls-" He clicked the 'end call' button. "Who do I call, who do I call?"
Janice still was on the floor, jerking spasms rippling through her body.
"CDC, CDC... what the hell is their number?" All of a sudden, the noise in the room stopped, and Janice lay still.
Uh... signature? O_O
My microscope is awesome. Tehee.