[ WP ] The .1 % of germs left behind after hand sanitizer use is the deadliest of all , lying dormant in humans ... until now .

`` Could I have a large cappuccino to go please?'' I asked the man behind the counter. He was kind of cute, in a way, and the smile that he flashed at me almost turned my knees to water. He nodded and turned away to make my drink. 
 
 It's stupid really. I've been coming here every day for the past month and I've never even asked him his name. He's the only one who works here at this time, so it's not like there would be anybody else watching. 
 
 Just *talk* to him damn it! 
 
 He handed me my coffee and smiled again, hinting that perhaps he felt the same way. Just as I opened my mouth to speak to him, I heard the door of the café open behind me as another customer walked in. 
 
 `` Could I have a large....'' his order was cut short by a sudden intake of breath, which built up into a sneeze as he tipped his head back. I took a step away from him to avoid the blast zone, and the shout he gave out seemed to reverberate throughout the entire room in which we were standing. 
 
 `` Bless you,'' the man behind the counter said, but his face fell when he looked closer at the man who had sneezed. 
 
 He bent low over the ground, wheezing. A dreadful rattle that crawled its way out of his mouth, and a sickening wetness accompanied it. Still crouched over, he let out a short cough, and a fine spray of dark red blood hit the carpet. I was immediately by his side. 
 
 `` Oh my god, are you okay?'' I asked him, immediately regretting my stupid question. 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm fine. Its just...'' 
 
 He coughed again, this time spewing a thick blob of bloody phlegm onto the cream coloured carpet, which rapidly darkened as the liquid soaked into it. He erupted into a coughing fit at that point, the spasms wracking his body as he fell to the floor. His arms thudded against the floor as he thrashed wildly, all the while emitted a deep moan that gurgled at sporadic intervals. 
 
 Eventually he fell still, and the noise stopped almost as abruptly as they had begun. His eyes, although aimed at the ceiling, seemed unfocussed. A thick stream of blood poured out of the corners of his mouth, and the flesh of his lips appeared bruised and rough, almost as if something was forcing its way through the skin. 
 
 As I pressed two fingers against his neck to check for a pulse, the skin split like an overripe fruit, spilling black, foul-smelling flesh out of his body. I tried to stifle a gag as the disgusting substance flopped onto the floor. 
 
 `` Call an ambulance!'' I nearly screamed, barely even turning my head, but noticing he had already begun to do so. When I looked back at the man on the floor, the black gunge seemed to be turning white, and the surface of it seemed to become almost hairy. Some part of my brain screamed a warning. 
 
 *Do n't Touch. * It echoed over and over again. 
 
 I made the mistake then of breathing in, which finally caused me to retch and vomit, the slime covering the body that I was fairly certain was dead at this point. As I watched, however, the white hairs seemed to be creeping outwards, already dragging themselves over the fresh vomit, almost as if searching for it. 
 
 I stared in horror as the skin began to ripple and bulge, splitting further down the body as the clothes began to stain black and the stench rose, as the first of the sirens began to fill the air.
