I don’t know how long I stayed like that, with her tiny body in my arms, her tiny body which was becoming more and more cold minute after minute. Maybe half an hour maybe three hours. I don’t remember. The sound around me they seemed far away, as if my ears were filled with cotton. All I remember then is Lyam trying to put Abbie corpse away from me and me who desperately kept her close to me. Paul, that I hadn't noticed then approached me and slapped me in the face to get me back to reality. It worked immediately. The shrieking noise of the alarms tore my eardrum again and the red lights flashing everywhere attacked my eyes. The two boys helped me to stand up on my feet and we left together the room without a look behind us. It was too hard. Too early. We joined the gathering point, where all the person still capable of move where. I saw all the suffering faces, the people leaning on others to be able to stand upright, I felt the sadness of the people who had lose someone in the past hour. All the people here knew that it was the virus. That we don’t had much time and that, soon enough, everyone will laying on the floor as Abbie had done. The silence came when the right-hand man of the centre's leader James Harrington arrived. Whispers were already starting to fill the room, but where was James at a time like this? Mr. Costa did not left any doubt and took the floor:

- My dear friends, I come here, at the place of Mister Harrington place to announce you sad news. Mister Harrington is in his apartment, dying, so he asked me to tell you that the Origin virus had infiltrated our walls as you may have noticed. We don’t know how but we suspect someone to have let enter an infected inside the center without authorisation. I f anyone have any information on this subject that he come to me immediately so that I can take action. He had said that in a determined way but everyone here knew that whatever its origin the virus was now there and that there was nothing he could do to fix the situation.

When he finished his speech we all left the room looking down and feeling like we had failed. Lyam, Paul and I decided to go in the lab and stayed together. I had lost Lucia's trace but I wasn't really interested anymore; nothing really interested me anymore. All the things I believed in had just collapsed because of one single decision probably taken on a blow to the head. I had lost the person who had become my dearest and others would soon perish. I felt empty. When he arrived to the laboratory Lyam almost fell and I I rushed to hold him back. He sat on one of the high stools, unable to stand up any longer. A red drop began to fall down his face and he laughed sadly as he wiped it off with his sleeve.

- Seems it is my turn, I always knew that I was the less strong between us, he said trying to control his voice from shaking

- Don’t say things like that idiot, you can’t let me here with this crazy British or he will force me to drink three litter of tea, answered Paul

Lyam tried to laugh but he only let a ragged rumble come outside his throat and he started to cough.

- I’m glad for being part of this team of weirdo, even if I never tasted a decent coffee

We all laughed and he add;

- Paul, I have something for you, he began to take off his cap before approaching Paul by leaning on the tables

- Oh no man don’t do that, you can’t give it to me. This cap is a part of your DNA, a part the disease can’t take away

- Can’t you shut up for once, you was the best friend I could ever have and I never could thank you enough for that. So I give you the most precious thing I have. Don’t refuse it or I spit on you I swear it!

Paul took the cap and put it on his head while a tear fell of his eye. I followed this exchange tearing the clenched fists, of sadness but also of rage. Against Lucia for letting the virus in, but also against the world. Against the humans who had let this situation happen, which had continued to pollute while the situation kept getting worse. It was too much for me, too much emotion for I could kept them for me. In a rage I gave a huge punch in the window of one of the sample furniture. Glass broke on my hand, which started to bleed. The pain invaded me but I did not even make a grin, not even a complaint. Pain was just a distant signal now. It had overwhelmed me like a wave that I had absorbed like a sponge but now I was too full of sadness and pain for a drop to enter again. The other boys jumped at the sound of the impact, they looked at me with astonished eyes. Probably surprised to see me lose my calm self, me who was so discreet and taciturn usually. I couldn’t stay in the room anymore so I stand up and I get out. The corridors were as empty as my head currently. I went to my empty dormitory and collapsed on my bed, the fatigue of the last few hours submerged me then and I fell asleep for a dreamless sleep.