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

The flies buzzed incessantly, their noise a weight on my ears. It was hot. John showed me to the shack where he lay. *The plaguebearer. * I ducked under the corrugated tin, into a dusty darkness. The furniture had been removed, leaving only a pile of *something* in the corner. `` It's him,'' John said in his polite, flawless English. `` The man you came looking for. The bad man.'' The lump was a corpse, wrapped in a piece of plastic sheeting, and a smear of red could be seen through the clear synthetic fabric. *Should we be standing this close? * 
 
 `` So what are you going to do with him?'' 
 
 `` His last wish was to be flown back to Canada,'' John said. `` Obviously, this will not do. We will burn him, and God will see his ashes across the sea.'' 
 
 `` He seemed so intense when he left. Was he... did he make any friends here?'' 
 
 John looked away for a moment, embarrassed. `` To speak frankly, no. He was bossy, tried to buy everything. It is sad to see someone taken by the bleed, but... for him, it was not so sad. You are much nicer. We should not dwell here; the UN is sending a technician to burn him in the morning. There will be a funeral then. Come. I shall show you some good news.'' 
 
 I turned to follow John, away from the tin hut, through a path towards a large compound, it's plaster-white walls topped in shards of glass. `` This,'' said John, his voice taking a tone of reverence, `` this is what He wants.'' And I saw; a tall, corrugated steel box rising up, hoses trailing from it's corners. In the compound, a pile of gravel had been raised up in a wooden box, and there were two figures in HAZMAT suits showering themselves under the steel structure. `` The man had...'' At this John blushed, `` He was very delirious in his last hours. He kept talking of washing away, some kind of filth... We took it to mean he wanted a shower, but we had none at the time. But he was a rich man, and his forex bought us this structure. It will save many lives.'' At this, John looked pensive again, a cloud passing his eyes. *You know. You know that's not what he wanted, and you do n't care. * `` There will be many people at his funeral, saying thanks. I think it is best that you do not speak to them, about what you have told me. His ashes will fly farther that way.''
