[ WP ] A man goes to Africa to intentionally catch Ebola , then flies around the world trying to infect as many as he can

( ( Reposting since the other was deleted ) ) 
 
 I was the first one to find out, in the panic, who caused the epidemic. 
 
 My brother, Anthony, visited one day. Smiling but looked rather ill, I did n't think much of it. The poor boy went through issues with alcohol one week, drugs the next. But he had not yet to steal from family so I quickly rushed him in and locked all six bolts on my door. He already made it to the living room and sat down in my large recliner. 
 
 `` Still doing good for yourself?'' 
 
 He looked so sweet and sad now, I leaned down and hugged him. He kissed my cheek. 
 
 `` You could be too...'' 
 
 I murmured. It was true, he had a decent college degree and had been doing fine until his wife fell and died from Ebola. She was a doctor and had been trying to halt an increasing epidemic of the virus. I think he was more devastated that he had not left with her, we both had been raised knowing death was part of living. 
 
 `` Ugh Sarah I do n't need this from you...'' 
 
 I hummed apologies and asked if my brother wanted a drink. He nodded happily but his joy faltered when I returned with a lemonade. Unlike my sibling I steered clear from the vices my family members tended to gravitate to. 
 
 Sitting down across from him I rubbed where my brother had kissed me in greeting. 
 
 `` So? Africa?'' 
 
 My brother had just been returning from Africa, about 10 days after returning I had got him to finally visit. He was spending all his savings and his wife's money on traveling about. Everyone chalked it up to grief. It started with a visit to the place where his love had contracted ebola. He wanted to see where she spent the last bit of healthy time. After returning he flew to different locations daily. Places they had wanted to go to, wanted to live, anything that connected him to Jeri. Alas he seemed to have stopped. He was nodding when I focused back on him due to him pointing to the door, then to the windows and gave a questioning look in my direction. 
 
 `` Oh, you've been gone but I thought you knew. Ebola seems to be showing up just about everywhere.'' 
 
 Worry filled my gut then as he leaned forwards and rubbed his eyes and left his face to rest in his palms. 
 
 `` How far?'' 
 
 I bite my finger tips. 
 
 `` Cross country really, just about everywhere. Everyone is suggested to not travel and to stock pile and protect themselves'' 
 
 I pointed to the gun in the corner 
 
 `` Someone already tried to bust in'' 
 
 He nodded and stayed still. He wobbled gently, the silence burned in my ears. I tried to fill it 
 
 `` Everyone knows I have a'zombie' stockpile'' 
 
 Tony laughed, it was true. I always entertained the idea of a zombie apocalypse but knew that if some emergency happened I would get along just fine with my shelves of water and canned goods. 
 
 Suddenly my brother moaned about something of a bathroom and fled to it. He knew my house. I chewed on my nails now as I heard him vomiting into the toilet. I turned on the news. Luckily for me it was a large map of the country, showing growing red areas where Ebola was found. My brother had bee. To each in the past weeks. I looked back down the corridor where my bathroom was, he was still retching away. I shut off the TV and shuffled about and looked up to see Tony's thin frame leaning against the frame of the beginning of the hallway. 
 
 `` It was me... Sarah.... Everyone needs to feel....what I felt'' 
 
 He collapsed as his words echoed in my mind sickly. Him? Snapping back I moved to him. He laid on the ground clutching himself. 
 
 `` They could n't help her.... `` he coughed `` would n't held her... Let's see if they can help everyone'' 
 
 He coughed again and fell still. My eyes wide, they filled with tears. I rushed to my phone, and reached for it with my right hand. I stopped, staring at my finger tips. Those fingertips ended up in my mouth multiple times in nervous gesture. I had touched my cheek. My cheek where my brother wet kiss had touched them. I shook my head clear, it did n't matter much now. I picked up the phone and called the hotline that was plastered nearly everywhere these days. I gave them my address and some information on a suspected Ebola victim in my house. They told me a dispatch would arrive shortly and disconnected the line. I could hear my brothers raspy breathes on the ground. I sat down before the phone and waited. I kept staring at my hands and felt sick with fear. 
 
 It was him. He caused all this. 
 
 He caused the epidemic here, my brother. 
 
 Him. Of all people. 
 
 Him.
