[ WP ] You come home from work to find your house has been quarantined -- surrounded by military vehicles , CDC , and news crews . Your family is inside .

I was arriving home on my bike, as always, at 9:30 PM. The sun had set three hours ago and the overcast sky above gave me gray filtered light from a hidden moon. A hypnotic flashing from my front light gave me quick peaks of the rode and vibrant glimpses from the divider, and aroused a mighty slumber in me. The exhaustion of thirty minutes of pedaling was settled in. School seemed longer that day. In between yawns I recalled my hour long study session, and the countless copies I had helped the teachers print off. Another long day, and another evening spent hidden from my peers. But home was just around the bend. 
 
 I could almost picture my mother then; in her curlers and a house dress stained with whatever meal bubbled in a pot. Dad would be home, clad in a yellowed tank top that slid above his gut; in on hand a cigarette and the other a cool beer, and still he found the dexterity to flip through channels on the old tube set. My sister had been home for weeks, having recently lost her job at a nearby diner for taking other waitresses tips. She thought some time off would clear her head, and since I was rarely home I readily agreed. 
 
 As I rounded that final curve in the road, the thicket that obscured my home gave way to a frenzy. The small trailer was enraged in rapid flashes of red and blue, and all around it white news vans with outstretched antenna flanked my barren property. I stopped rapidly as I noticed the caution tape that cordoned off my property. The squeal of my bike tire caught the attention of several men in bright yellow hazmat suits, who turned their flashlights on me and the darkened street. Blinded and fearful of the shouts of “ there's one, ” I turned my bike onto an old hunters path eked across our road. 
 
 “ What was that? ” My thoughts were panicked and a mile a minute, and jumbled from the constant bumps in the dirt path. The dark sentinels flew by me as I raced, their barren branches obscuring my haste and slashing my face when they deemed the need. 
 
 It felt like hours, but as I reached the murky pond beyond I knew I was only ten minutes from from home. Behind me I saw bright, evanescent eyes beam through the tree line. I left my bike on the muddy shore with its lights on, and continued around the pond on foot. My cellphone's dim screen was my only guide, and I cursed myself for never downloading a flashlight app. 
 
 But I did have some forethought. 
 
 Flipping through screens, I found one button I knew would prove useful. Offered by the local T.V. News affiliate, I opened to watch a slow-streaming video of live events. Winded and burning all over, I rested my back against a three and prayed for better signal strength as I had never prayed before. The black window was all that appeared at first, and as I held my beaten breath the loading wheel weakly came on screen. An eternity passed; the voices and lights seemed to be everywhere in the distance. 
 
 A slick looking news man finally came on screen. Time would stop, he'd stutter his words, but slowly his person and voice smoothed until the audio was viably comprehensible. 
 
 “... are still looking for the last of the Dobot family; described as the most normal, they still warn that his boorishness was as dangerous as any of his family's. Authorities are reminding everyone that if you see him, to please avert your eyes. Symptoms of embarrassment include; blushed cheeks, outrage, crude thoughts of your own, and a churning of the stomach. If you feel any of these, please go to your local hospital. 
 
 Again, authorities are reminding everyone that this is the worst outbreak of shamelessness they have encountered this year. ”
