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“...The reason each of those are urgent, is that CRE is the nightmare bacteria we reported on in March, bacteria that can resist essentially all antibiotics, kill a high number of people who get it in their blood...”
CDC Director Tom Friedman, MD, MPH, September 16, 2013
The killer was polished and smooth. Nobody suspected him of anything. Not his colleagues at the CDC or the members of his dark faith. The holocaust he would later commit started in a home built laboratory (or lavatory in his case). Like a spider spinning a web to hunt it's kill, he would spin labyrinth of bacteria, staph infection, viruses, fungi and parasites. His prey was mankind. His delivery system had yet to be determined. Would it be airborne or surface, or maybe a new STD? Drug resistant Gonorrhea was very effective, but so was E.Coli and C Difficile. But then there was the mother of all infection, Carbapenem-Resistant Enterobacteriaceae. Should he poison the water, or maybe the food supply? Rats and roaches, they always worked well in the past, maybe he'd use rats, or roaches to spread his carnage. He worked night after night, in dark diligence, trying to unlock a deadly combination, build an unbreakable chain of epidemic proportions and release an unholy mess on the world. He would continue to spin that web until the fate of all men was sealed. He was conceived on a Friday the thirteenth,and even though he didn’t know it then—as a one day embryo—that's when the real doomsday clock started ticking. It was a new era, the daybreak of doom's dawn. He was raised among the black eyed children, that evil sprout of devilish brats. But even to them he was a freak, too evil for their purposes. His mind would frolic on a playground somewhere between being accursed and insane...a carousel of chaos, guided by the father of chaos, always spinning round and round in utter darkness. One thing was for sure, he was destined for greatness. His name would be known in the nether world as the great slayer...the greatest mass murderer of all time, and he would receive the tallest memorial in the palace of the most wicked. His evil smile, his ghoulish laugh, they were just add-ons he acquired to compliment the evil that was engraved in his DNA: The doctor is in; The Witchdoctor. That phrase defined him, it was his mantra. His name was Zeke Hile, and hell fire followed in his every foot step.”
Once Upon an End Time