Project Virus

. I cannot help the man begging me for help, for he is soon to become yet another body. The grass is littered with their bodies, each of them marked with the pale purple associated with the infected. With my gas mask strapped to my face, I continue toward the quarantine fence. I turn the gas canister over in my hand and spray the last of it's contents onto the ground as I walk. I never thought this prototype virus would be such a success.