I didn’t want to watch the news but it seemed there was nothing else to do. Hattie sat on one couch next to Charles while I sat on another with Lucas, a cushion between us. The television screen glowed with images of these grey people and I found myself having to turn away more often than not. Hattie looked at me a few times, but I just pretended not to notice. She tried to ask Charles to turn it off but he shushed her and said important information might come up.

The world was becoming chaotic and they were calling it an outbreak of a new, unknown virus. The news anchors weren’t certain how to explain it, but they interviewed all kinds of scientists to try. One of the interviews was particularly interesting in which they spoke with a professor who lived in the epicenter of this outbreak.

“We have with us Professor Jeremiah Adams, from the University of Elkhorn on the phone with us,” one of the news anchors said. “First we want to ask, are you in a safe place?”

“Yes I am,” the professor said.

“Now, from what we understand, it has been determined that this sickness, this virus, originated around the university at one of your labs, is that correct?”

“I have several high-tech labs with a lot of people using them,” the professor explained.

“Is it not true that there was a shooting at one of your labs and that many infected rats escaped more than a week ago?”

“The shooting is still under investigation, and I don’t know enough about the rats to comment,” the professor said.

“Is it not true that the officers investigating your labs were killed as a result of the virus?”

“This has been a tragic situation,” the professor explained. “The sickness has caused the death of many people already and the problem is that it is spreading. I don’t know enough about the officers, and no one has contacted me directly about it. I am here and ready to help in any way that I can.”

“Can you confirm that it is a virus?”

“I cannot, but it would seem that it is,” Professor Adams said. “I have not been able to take a look at any of the rats or people that seemed to have contracted the sickness, but I have been able to make the same observations that you have. It seems that the sickness is not airborne, but passed by saliva or blood. Once someone or something has the sickness, they seemingly die and reanimate. That’s when they desire to eat living flesh and their skin turns grey. When these greyskins see someone or something living, they attack.”

“Greyskins,” the news anchor said. “Why do you call them greyskins?”

There is a slight pause before the professor answers. “It’s a crude term to describe what they look like."