From: alex6169@sbcglobal.net   
      
   Fight the Future 3/3   
      
   This is the third part of Fight the Egyptian Future. It is only named   
   Fight the   
   Future because it isn't just in Egypt anymore.   
      
   Rated PG-13 for language, blood & gore, scary images, and violence   
      
   SPOILER ALERT--Don't read this is you have no knowledge of the Black Oil   
   Virus. Also you must read my original manuscript, The End of All   
   Things, first.   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Washington D.C. Hospital, February 13)   
      
   Mulder opened his eyes, After three days in a coma, he was awakened   
   after his   
      
   heart rate dropped below 20 points. Once revived, he awoke. He was now   
   sitting   
      
   in his hospital bed, getting ready to check out. He was alone in the   
   room, the   
      
   door closed. He packed his briefcase and looked over at the door. He   
   didn't   
      
   notice it but a small amount of The Black Oil Virus was sneaking   
   through the   
      
   crack in the door...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Washington D.C. FBI Basement Office)   
      
   "Cairo, Egypt's population is completely desolate, it's completely   
   empty." Agent   
      
   Brannan exclaimed. "The virus got to them and has spread. It's all   
   over."...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (London, The United Kingdom, January 17)   
      
   A man ran out on the dock towards the boat. "Erikson, you better have   
   brought   
      
   back some Ancient Egyptian artifacts." Than man called in a heavy Scottish   
      
   accent. He got to the boat, but Erikson was not there, there was only   
   the dead   
      
   body of a dead Brit. The man flashed his flashlight around the rest of   
   the boat but   
      
   it was too late. The virus had already climbed onto the dock. He   
   screamed, but   
      
   nobody heard him...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (FBI Basement Office, Washington D.C., January 18)   
      
   Agent Brannan read the headline of the World News section of the   
   paper. "Virus   
      
   Kills Thousands in London Unexpectedly, Spreading Rapidly" it read. He   
      
   grimaced and threw the paper away...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 18 Headline)   
      
   "Virus Spreads Around Europe, Evacuation Started"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 19 Headline)   
      
   "Virus Infected Individuals Placed Under Quarantine, Others Evacuated"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 20 Headline)   
      
      
   "Quarantine Failed. Doctors, Scientists, and Patients Die"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 21 Headline)   
      
   "Evacuees Sent to Asia, Hoping for Relief"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 22 Headline)   
      
   "Asia Catches Disease"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 23 Headline)   
      
   "Evacuees Continue to Flee, Entering Africa"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 24 Headline)   
      
   "No Escape to Refugees, Virus Hits Africa"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 25 Headline)   
      
   "The Few Survivors of Killer Virus Rush to Mexico"   
      
   -X-   
      
   (January 26 Headline)   
      
   "Virus Survivors Denied Entrance at Mexico"   
      
   Agent Brannan stopped and read the article with interest.   
      
   Guards stationed at Mexico's   
   ocean border denied entrance   
   to the desperate survivors of the   
   killer virus that has been dubbed   
   the "Black Oil Virus" today. The   
   guards stated that they would not   
   risk infection of the terrible virus   
   They stayed stationed at a safe   
   distance while speaking to the   
   refugees. Hosea Alejandros, a   
   guard from the border, had this   
   to say: "We couldn't risk it,"   
   He said. "We couldn't risk them   
   getting in and infecting the country.   
   It had to stop somewhere. I still   
   pray for them nonetheless." The   
   refugees are currently trying to   
   go south to South America.   
                                                             
                                                           July Smith   
                                                       Mexico   
      
   --   
      
   Brannan smiled. "Finally someone has taken action." He spoke to himself.   
      
   "Someone is smart enough to stop the virus. Now the rest of them need   
   to die. It   
      
   is the only way..."   
      
   -X-   
      
   (February 1 Headline)   
      
   "Quarantined Continents Re-Populated, Virus Killed Out."   
      
   -X-   
      
   (February 4 Headline)   
      
   "VIRUS NOT DEAD, STILL SPREADING THROUGHOUT WORLD."   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Somewhere In Transit Between Europe and Washington D.C, 1600 Miles   
   Above The Atlantic, February 12)   
      
   The plane was under heavy turbulence. That was what the flight   
   attendant had   
      
   said. The truth was that the co-pilot had been infected by the Black   
   Oil, and the   
      
   pilot was grabbing for a parachute. The virus was currently leaving   
   the room, and   
      
   entering first class. It was also crawling up the pilot's legs. He was   
   making an   
      
   emergency landing on a docking ship fifty miles off the east coast of   
   the United   
      
   States. Then the screaming began...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Docking Ship, 50 Miles Off the Coast)   
      
   Two people rushed to the plane. They had tried to make contact with it   
   with no   
      
   avail. They were hoping for the best. The ship was heading to the   
   coast, they   
      
   were already on there way. One of the people, a woman, opened the door. It   
      
   swung open and she screamed. The sight was horrific. Everyone was dead.   
      
   "What is it." The other person, the man said. There was no response.   
   He went   
      
   closer and turned her around. She was ghastly pale, and her eyes were   
   slowly   
      
   swirling into a pitch black color. She fell out of his hands and fell   
   to the ground.   
      
   "Stop the ship, don't travel to the coast. I repeat don't travel to   
   the coast." He   
      
   instructed to the captain through a transceiver. There was no   
   response, only   
      
   static. He rushed to the front of the boat, but fell to the ground   
   halfway there. The   
      
   virus had traveled up his body, and infected him...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Washington D.C., February 13)   
      
   The ship had entered the country, and the plane was being towed to the   
   airport.   
      
   The captain of the ship was the only one still alive, but he didn't   
   know that. He   
      
   was about to put his foot on dry land when he ran out of breath. The   
   virus cut off   
      
   his lungs and entered his brain. They cut that off to and he died   
   instantly. He fell   
      
   to the ground and millions of tiny oil particles wriggled into the   
   country...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Washington D.C. Airport)   
      
   People were walking in the airport as if nothing was wrong. Well that   
   was not   
      
   true. The plane had been towed to the station, and opened up. Then the   
   virus had   
      
   spread into the whole airport, exposed to over 100,000 people...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Washington D.C. Hospital)   
      
   Mulder opened his eyes. After three days in a coma, he was awakened   
   after his   
      
   heart rate dropped below 20 points. Once revived, he awoke. He was now   
   sitting   
      
   in the hospital bed, getting ready to check out. He was alone in the   
   room, the   
      
   door shut. He packed his briefcase and looked at the door. He didn't   
   notice it but   
      
   there was a small amount of the black oil virus sneaking through the   
   crack in the   
      
   door. Mulder got up and walked to the door, dropping his briefcase to   
   open the   
      
   door. He didn't realize the impact that action would have. Because the   
   virus was   
      
   now entering his briefcase...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (FBI Building)   
      
   Mulder dropped is briefcase on his desk and took off his coat. Alex   
   was reading   
      
   the headlines, as he had done everyday since the epidemic began. Alex   
   looked   
      
   up for a second. "Open your briefcase." He said. Mulder snapped it open,   
      
   confused. Brannan pulled out his gun and shot at the briefcase as it   
   opened. The   
      
   case popped up and paper flew everywhere. "What the hell was that?" Mulder   
      
   yelled. Brannan just handed him the paper and left. The headline read:   
   "Virus   
      
      
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