The General
I stare at the list and my hand begins to shake.
“General?” my aide, Evelyn, says. “Are you okay?”
I"m standing in front of her desk when I tear my eyes from the page and hand it to her.
“These are the deaths today,” I say, trying to infuse steel into my voice. “Take them out of the records.”
I head back in to my office to do something, but I just stare at the wall, my mind churning.
The clinic is still under quarantine, but the disease has not been contained there. TB is working its way through my ranks, the ones that are here anyway. Luckily, most of the troops are deployed to the Texan cities or the Mexican border. Unfortunately, that also means that they are cut off from command. No messengers can get in or out. The outbreak in St. Louis began before ours, but we"re i
