Baba Masha fell silent.
“Radio?” Where? "Father asked."
At this time Igor came down and found that everyone had not saved, but sat at the table in the room and listened to Masha's woman. Before he sat down at the table, he approached the girl. She never recovered herself (for this night everyone visited her not once) Igor passed his hand over her black hair, they were more gentle than silk, did not stand much and went to the table, my father already took a walkie-talkie from the window sill. He had already washed himself and washed away the remnants of blood. On the contrary, Igor was sitting mother and Sergei, and on the sides of the woman Masha and grandfather Andrew.
“Well, how can you sleep at this time”? “The mother was surprised when she saw Igor, and told him the story of Masha's woman”.
He himself did not know, but for some reason he slept quite calmly.
Vitaliy Andreyevich came back to the table, he already sang to talk on the radio with Artyom.
“Firstly, with Goncharov all glory to God is normal, and secondly, I came up with, so to speak, a work plan for the day, because we all perfectly understand that this is only a respite and "revived", sooner or later will be here, too we have to do something”.
Everybody agreed with him. Then he outlined his plan:
“Sergei and I will go through the village, we'll see how yes, somebody can help, or anything else, we'll take one of the radio sets and, if anything, contact you. Igor will go to the garden and collect all the remaining vegetables in the greenhouses, and at the same time see how many potatoes we have. And the rest will follow the house and our mysterious guests. After thinking it over, it was decided that the plan was not bad, but its implementation had to be postponed, as the discussion was interrupted by a weak and quiet voice:
“Give water”.
All rushed to the girl with lightning speed, she came to herself and looked around. Igor ran up first, their eyes met. She had dark brown eyes and, as Igor thought, some kind, but confused. After she was given water, she sat down on the bed and asked:
“Where I am? Who you are”?
She was briefly explained everything, though the truth was lowered with the accident, since the language did not turn to her to say this.
"What's your name, and how do you feel?" – Igor asked.
“My name is Masha. I'm feeling better, but I do not have much pain and dizziness, "she said softly, and added:
"And where are my parents?" The last thing I remember is a dull blow to our car, then the body pierced a sharp pain and all. The Kruglovs exchanged glances, they understood that she should tell everything, but it was very difficult to say that her parents were dead. Igor unexpectedly, breathed deeply and told everything. Nothing to hide, not missing out.
Masha, without saying a word, again lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, it was evident that tears streamed down her cheeks.
"You probably do not know?"
Suddenly the girl again spoke and sat on the bed.
“About what”?
They all asked at the same time.
We are all infected, "she replied.
Chapter 4
The room was silent, Kruglovs exchanged glances.
“No, do not think, I'm not crazy, – the girl started to speak, and continued, although she spoke with difficulty, suppressing tears”:
“My parents were virologists. They managed to find out that the virus that animated the dead, it was a flu vaccine. Going further, they realized that the vaccine was only a catalyst, it was provoked by the virus itself, which most probably already infected. At first, after vaccination, the person did not notice anything, but after a few hours, he felt bad, and after a few more hours he died, but not for good. But even without a vaccine, a person after death began to return, the vaccination in combination with the virus simply became a deadly poison. And if such a creature bites, then the effect will be the same as the vaccination. And this virus does not work on animals. Also, my parents put forward, the theory that the virus was in the store food, because now only what kind of chemistry is not added to it. They were forbidden to dig further into this. But still there was a chance to create an antidote and to defeat the virus, and my parents almost succeeded, they began to spend almost all the time at work, and I actively took part in it, but we did not have time, very soon the electricity went out. It is good that my parents and before the Internet, just in case, passed all the data on the virus and the antidote work of Aunt Galya, she lives far away from us in her no bigger cottage near a small town at a distance of about five hundred kilometers, although she does not understand either viruses, or in antidotes. But she could save all this for us. Then they told us that there were already thousands of dead people, the military was already unable to cope with their influxes and said that tomorrow there would be an evacuation. But for us there was no evacuation. Instead, people came to our laboratory in uniform, and forced to destroy all the data and all the work, under threat of immediate punishment, after which they broke all the computers, burned all the papers. The father began to ask about the evacuation, and one of the military clenched through his teeth: "What kind of evacuation, thank you, that you were not shot." After that, they just left. Then we decided to go to Aunt Galya in our car, then you already know. The girl fell silent, the Kruglovs looked at her without stopping, no one said a word, everyone was digesting the information they had just heard”.
"Well, then," Vitaly Andreevich said first, and added:
“Sergei and I will go, perhaps, there are still a lot of work. With these words they left, though, like everyone was struck by the story of Mary”.
Suddenly my grandmother Masha, asked the girl:
“My little child, can you eat”?
She simply nodded, as she could not speak, because a lump came to her throat again. But she was very good at it, immediately it was clear that this was a strong man. Already in a few minutes, Maria sat at the table and ate boiled potatoes (Virtually everyone in ancient times had gas stoves and an individual cylinder, so while there is gas you can cook.)
Igor quickly snacked and went to the garden. Getting up from the table, he glanced at the girl, and she looked at him, and they somehow simultaneously smiled at each other. On the street a fresh cool wind blew, after yesterday's storm there were puddles all around. Mukhtar was in his cage, seeing Igor, he immediately wagged his tail. The young man stood a little longer, went to the dog in the enclosure, patted Mukhtar behind his ear and went into the garden. There everything was as before: two greenhouses and not a large potato field, surrounded by a fence, behind it was immediately a small river and a small river, from the garden you could easily see the opposite shore. Igor carefully checked the greenhouses. Vegetables were already a little, since almost all the harvest was already harvested. In the head of the guy there were thoughts about the whole situation. It seemed that all this with the "living dead" and did not happen at all, it was such a feeling that he just came to the countryside for the summer. When he finished checking the second greenhouse, he noticed on the opposite shore of the man, he somehow walked oddly as if soldered. Igor immediately realized that it was "Alive", apparently he came from the neighbors of the village, and this immediately returned the young man to the cruel reality.
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