Emile Santiago didn't know he was one of the first to fall victim to a deadly epidemic
Emile Santiago rolled out of bed and nearly collapsed on his feet. Only the dresser saved him from hitting the floor hard. He swayed on rubbery legs while contemplating the bug that had bothered him for the last week. It wasn't a flu bug the media was reporting. This bug was more than just the flu. It was an epidemic! Ane Emile had it.
The nausea subsided, but his throat burned. Sleep had not come easy that night.
He struggled toward the washroom, mindful of any further attacks of vertigo.
He made it safely, making sure to close the door behind him so as not to wake his wife who, like him, was experiencing the effects of the flu.
He stared at his pale visage in the mirror It had a strange green tint to it. He needed a shave and a warm shower, both of which felt uninviting.
But, he told himself, it was Friday, just one day before a restful weekend for recovery. He had an important assignment. He had to go over the list of complaints Manuel Greco would take with him to the corporate executive of Pfeltzer Pharmaceuticals in Houston the following Monday. The company was in no hurry to address the unsanitary conditions of their manufacturing facility in Mexico City. They had dragged their feet for months.
He could only hope that the company's president could achieve what he could not. With Manuel's presence, perhaps Pfeltzer could see the gravity of the situation.
Once he arrived at his office, he would make an overdue appointment with his doctor.
Emile Santiago would never make that appointment.
A snippet from Chapter One of the sci-fi book: A Harvest of Thorns by the author Mario Carini. Available on Amazon.com and other online bookstores.