[ WP ] With most of the population infected , you are left with two options : pour all your efforts into developing a cure that may not exist or modify the disease to kill off all living host 's , stopping the plague but killing millions .

I could n't tell them. I had almost everything. *Almost* everything I needed for the *heroic* savior of mankind or the more destructive savior. I could n't make a decision. As a scientist back in the old world, I never would've thought myself to kill all these nearly lifeless people in my ward and in the world itself. Desperate times call for situations like this, I suppose. I needed chemical mixture H^^8 for death. These two both had a similar compounds, something that made them both equal and I had that in my lab. If my scouting group found LO^^5. My decision on which solution to come to was going to be based purely on... luck, the most unscientific factor in my ultimate choice. 
 
 The scouting groups would find the chemicals any way they could. Any place that was n't locked down, like how most government facilities were now. The most popular way in this world was drone hunting. When the plague took over most of the drivers, haulers, and pilots the government enlisted scientists had to resort to delivery drones. Sad yet fortunately for us, a lot of the drones became suspended in air or stuck on autopilot. Which meant they would fly their normal routines without anybody to ever pick up their cargo. So that meant the chemical I needed could be floating just above our heads. It was just the matter of a well placed bullet to the rotors so it would *softly* float down. At least that's what I'm told. Some days I'd receive the shipments and they'd look like Babe Ruth took the drone to an alleyway. 
 
 The waiting game was the hardest part. Some days I wished the suspense would actually kill me. Everyday felt like I had my toes hanging off the edge of a cliff. Would today be the end? Could I step back today? Or would today be as terrible -- as loathsome -- as rotten -- stupid fucking shit of a day?! 
 
 It came to a point where there was nothing left to work on. Some days I would lock the door to my office and pretend to work. It kept the people from panicking. Their panicking always made me panic more. It felt like I was n't doing enough. I'd already done enough, the problem was there was a limit to all of that. I needed my scouts to pull through. The more I thought, the more I doubted that the LO^^5 would actually work. I'd always told people it was positively the answer. But that answer would come after weeks, maybe even months of testing. Testing on human subjects. Would I have the guts for that? I do n't think my stomach could handle any more of the ulcers. If the world did n't hate me completely. It would just work. For now, with my doors locked and the people busy, I felt I could finally take a deserved rest. 
 
 My recurring dream struck me again. It would always be a bubble. Similar to gum. It would be a random color however. Although, maybe it was n't random. I should get a mood ring color chart and find out if the colors correlate to any of that rubbish. In any case, the bubble would fill up to an enormously huge size to where you think it would pop. It's got ta blow! Maybe now? I'd sit under the color dwarfing me. The ending would always make me jump, when a high pitched ringing would begin and then... I just had to wait until... 
 
 `` Ted! Are you in there? Are you okay?!'' the door shook as the scouts knocked. 
 
 `` Yeah... just... a second,'' I tried to rub the sleep out of my face to make it look like I was working. There would be no rubbing the desk mark out the side of my face though. What did I have to lose, I doubt they cared at this point. I know I did n't. 
 
 `` What've you got?'' 
 
 `` Big bottles, thought you'd know,'' the bottles *were* big and surprisingly heavy. 
 
 `` Two bottles. Always a nice surprise to wake up to...'' I let that slip, then let my embarrassment show. `` Well let's see here. H^^8 compound... and...'' my mouth sighed out. 
 
 `` What's that mean, huh?'' the scruffled man mocked my face of surprise to his grunts. 
 
 ``... and LO^^5... no bullshitting.'' 
 
 The door in front of the scouts was shut and the doors to my choices were opened. My mind raced. I was n't sure if I even wanted try out the `` life-saver'' mixture. It was hard to waste what I had already when it was a rarity to come by the basics nowadays. But I figured it would only take a little of the H^^8 to kill a room full of people. So I might as well test out the LO^^5. It was better to keep busy than to be sitting at my desk thinking of how I came to fail these poor people. 
 
 The question now was. If the LO^^5 did n't work, was I willing to mix and test a thousand other mixtures until it worked? Or would I become Death? 
 
 Pessimism like that would n't get far. Science was factual, my opinions would n't matter when faced with evidence. 
 
 Dopamine, Phenylethylamine, Norepinephrine and *finally* LO^^5. 
 
 Test Subject Number One. 
 
 Subject -- or patient hooked up to heart beat monitor. Slowed heartbeat. Snail pace slow. Simple injection using the, what I assumed to be correct amount, administered. 
 
 I did n't have to wait long for the waiting game to begin again. My slumber from before continued. The ringing continued. I waited almost yearned for this bubble to pop so I could wake up and see results. It never did. 
 
 A long ring. 
 
 Maybe the bubble would pop next time I slept... yet... the ringing did n't stop. Beeping began. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 Faster and faster. 
 
 My tired eyes hurried to the heart monitor and began counting in my head. Their heart began to speed up and so did mine. 

