INFECTEDS: Book One: Eve of the Pandemic
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How can they get enough food, weapons, and ammunition to save themselves?
Where can they go to protect their group from this horrible, blood-thirsty, violent army of monsters and hope to survive?
How can they do all this and not let others know what kind of awful things are about to happen in the world?
Is Dr. Braden ready for the challenge to lead this group and keep his family safe? Yes.
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INFECTEDS - Paul Breiding
Chapter 1
FAIR WARNING
IWAS DEEP IN paperwork one evening after a long day at the office when the back line rang at my practice. It was after 6 pm and no patients had that number. It was probably the hospital but I wasn’t on call. Fortunately, my secretary hadn’t left just yet and picked up the call. A moment later she called down the hall, Dr. Braden, it’s Dr. Ashworth from the hospital. He really wants to talk to you.
I’ll take it in here.
I called out to her. It’s late. You should get home to your kids.
Jenny was a fantastic secretary and often stayed late just to help me out when it was busy. She knew I did not like to be disturbed unless it was my family or something truly important.
Okay.
She called back from the front desk. I’m gonna take off Dr. B! See you bright and early!
Goodnight.
I answered as she walked out the door. I peeked at my watch as I picked up the phone.
Hey, Tom. It’s kind of late for you to be working.
Which really wasn’t true. Dr. Tom Ashworth was an old school type of doctor and a good friend. He was a practicing neurologist and did a lot of teaching at the local medical school. If that wasn’t enough he recently was making quite a bit of progress in a vaccine trial that he was piloting.
I called you at home but Kristin said you were still working. I wasn’t surprised … I was actually relieved you weren’t at home. There’s a situation.
he paused for a moment. It has to do with phase II and I want you to know what’s going on.
Tom is usually a pretty upbeat guy but I could tell from his voice he was serious.
What’s the latest update?
I asked. Your vampires want more of my blood? Sorry Pal, I told you I was all done after that phase I debacle. I know I don’t need to remind you what happened to me that night!
I expected a chuckle or a wise-ass comment but he didn’t pause at all.
"No, it’s not about that. Well, that’s not entirely true. Just listen to what I have to say, it’s complicated but I only have a couple of minutes."
He proceeded to give me a summary of what was going on today not just at his vaccine lab but at multiple study sites all over the world. It was clear why he was so serious and why he needed to talk to me.
Paul, I saw the video with my own eyes. Not just at my lab but everywhere! Every single participant in the sleep labs seems to be affected. At first we thought it was some type of an adverse reaction, something far worse than what you experienced. But over the last 48 hours what looked like a bad reaction became more of a transformation into something … unreal. This is really bad. Oh God!
I could hear his voice change. I never heard him like this before and it was quite unnerving.
Tom, you better pull the plug on this study, take it from me.
He knew how sick I got after I received my injection. It was the main reason I bailed out of the trial.
He cut me off abruptly. "That’s the reason I’m calling you. I don’t think we have that option! It’s too late. The patients are running around the study sites and it’s a bloodbath. The staff were all attacked and they’re all gone, dead. And it’s not just at the labs. There’s word that this is starting to happen in the communities but it’s not being reported yet. He gave me all the details and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing except his voice was as agitated and serious as I ever heard him sound. He described the horror show at his sleep lab and at multiple locations on all continents. He even forwarded a video clip from one of the testing sites. He thought I may need some sort of proof but I really didn’t. The last thing he told me was the reason he needed me to be one of the only people who knew about this. All I could do was listen to this chilling information and try to absorb it all. Then he seemed like he was needed urgently and he hung up. I sat there for a minute, my mind racing. I knew the clock was ticking and I had a lot of work to do if I was going to save my family from what sounded like a man-made epidemic of biblical proportions. Tom gave me a lot of top-secret information and some evidence of the atrocities that were happening in sleep labs all over the world. But most of all he was giving me something even more critical, a head start.
Chapter 2
SLEEP DEPRIVED?
IWAS NEVER A good sleeper. As far back as I can remember I was never tired at night and I couldn’t stay asleep for more than four hours. I never knew what it was like to want to go to bed or to sleep in. I was jealous of whatever everyone else seemed to appreciate when they slept. It appeared to be something that ran in the family, a family curse. My father told me it was the same for him growing up and into his seventies still. He seemed to know what I was going through and why I was so frustrated. Whenever I seemed to be bored late at night when other kids were sleeping he always made sure that there was something I could be doing to keep me entertained or occupied. In the early morning hours when I wished I could be sleeping like all my friends he always tried to make sure I had something else to do. In my childhood it was mostly reading or watching videos. Not typical kid stuff but it was usually satisfying enough. Often it was science-related material, some history and cultural topics. He was trying to make it seem fun but when I look back just about everything had a lesson or a purpose. It wasn’t just at night or in the morning. When our homework was done in the afternoon my older brother Mark and I could always count on some type of activity Dad had prepared for us. Early on it seemed like fun and games but there was always a lesson or a goal. As we got older there was plenty of physical training too. From martial arts to marksmanship to survival training my father always wanted us to be learning new skills and realizing how much there was to absorb. I’m pretty sure he felt guilty that we inherited some type of sleep disorder from him. He seemed to think that if you can’t change it you might as well take advantage of it. It didn’t matter ultimately. I still wanted to sleep more and I guess I still do.
I really thought I had some kind of defect or flaw. In high school I spent a lot of time reading about sleep and researching what the hell my problem was. There’s a lot of science and research out there but still a lot of unknowns about what sleep does and why people need it. There is the energy conservation model that the brain needs to shut down or hibernate but few people accept this as an adequate explanation. The restoration theory maintains that the brain needs to clear out toxins and rebuild energy stores. It makes some sense and there is an accumulation of byproducts in all organs, but still not a good enough answer. More recently there is the idea that the brain needs downtime for the processing of information and memory consolidation. We have learned about the connectivity and plasticity within the brain that is required for problem solving and complex learning. This process involves many neurochemical connections that occur almost exclusively at night when we sleep. All still theory.
I did have some long discussions with our family doctor but within several minutes it was clear he knew very little beyond the basics. He was quite interested in hearing what I had learned and was impressed at how well-versed I seemed to be. He was not embarrassed at all to ask me very rudimentary questions about what type of sleep therapy was out there beyond the popular pharmaceuticals he commonly prescribed. I even tried to contact experts in the field. Most of them tried to teach me about sleep hygiene (common sense behavioral recommendations) or were quick to recommend prescriptions rather than try to fix the problem. I felt like there really weren’t any answers to my questions. I kept looking for my own solution and did tons of reading. Most likely that’s why I ended up going to medical school after college. I had a natural interest in medicine and quite a bit of time to do all the studying required. It was a good fit. Late nights and long study sessions with other students made the insomnia more tolerable and I did enjoy the challenge.
My father always liked to remind me that he trained me for this type of life. I can see the same affliction in my son Jackson but not quite as severe. Jackson never slept much as a baby and we thought it could just be colic or gas but deep down I knew the truth. He inherited the curse of sleepless nights. My father and I were affected and to a lesser degree my brother. I had hoped Jackson would be spared this fate. Ultimately, I turned into my father providing the poor kid with extra books, videos and projects that I hoped he would enjoy. He usually would accept them and I would try not to make it seem like the eternal boot camp that my father ran. I tried my hardest to make it all seem voluntary and not force-fed. My daughter Casey on the other hand, forget it. She could sleep til noon on a Saturday and still give someone hell for knocking on her door and waking her up. I loved that. I didn’t mind being yelled at just to know that she loved to sleep in! Thank God.
I often look back and think of all those years of sleepless nights and long days. All the mornings I got out of bed at 3 am because I just couldn’t stare at the ceiling another minute. Whatever my sleep flaw is just may be what saved my life and cast me in a role I never would have expected. All because of some type of faulty wiring or glitch in my sleep system.
Chapter 3
MED SCHOOL
IT WAS IN medical school that I first met Dr. Ashworth. He was my advisor during the first two years and we hit it off pretty well. All the entering students were paired with a practicing physician within the academic community. He was a neurologist and did a lot of research at the medical school and local teaching hospital. He had a sub-specialty in sleep medicine and conducted research in that area. I can remember our first meeting at his office. He revealed that he had requested to be my advisor largely based on a shared interest—sleep. The medical school application included some essays about why we wanted to go into medicine. My three paragraphs about sleep and the black hole of understanding sleep medicine perhaps helped get me a spot in the class. Someone forwarded that essay to Dr. Ashworth and he revealed to me at our first meeting that we shared some strong opinions.
Paul, I really think you underestimate what we know about sleep and the processes that happen when our brains go offline every night. To me it’s a beautiful physiologic mechanism that developed over hundreds of millions of years. The biochemistry and physiology behind REM sleep and our understanding of sleep science has come a long way over the past ten years and I personally think we’ll see some exciting things over the next decade.
He shared with me early his passion to help people who suffered from insomnia. He helped me understand that while many people suffered from self-induced sleep dysfunction there certainly were people with genuine disorders.
It’s well known that between alcohol, caffeine, nicotine, and assorted drugs of abuse that many people sabotage any chance they have of real sleep. Most recently—and it was well represented in my classmates on a nightly basis—neurostimulants represented a highly abused (and profitable) player in the sleep disorder world. For every ritalin prescription there seems to be an ambien prescription. The ever-increasing number of prescriptions filled each year was staggering. It was frustratingly clear that medications couldn’t fix the problem most people had with their sleep. Trying to help insomnia sufferers ‘change their ways’ also seemed futile to Dr. Ashworth. He put in many hours at the bedside or in the exam room discussing sleep hygiene and behavioral therapies. He, like many physicians, found himself playing the role of motivational speaker. Unfortunately, that approach rarely made a difference and didn’t pay the bills.
As a department chair and respected name in the field of neuroscience research Dr. Ashworth was constantly approached by pharmaceutical reps. Sadly, many doc’s caved in to the easy money of drug dinners, speaking honorariums, and bogus positions on company boards. Dr. Ashworth was unwilling to give in to any of that. He would rarely listen to any of the reps in the business until the ‘stars aligned’ one day several years ago. He shared with me some of these new developments while we grabbed a late night dinner after work.
It is finally happening!
He said with an excited grin. "The shift in the field of sleep medicine has reached a point that I wasn’t expecting for another five to ten years Paul!
He had talked about his theories of a sleep vaccine
since some of our earliest meetings. He was an expert in the physiology of sleep and was convinced that there was a way to help patients find restorative sleep without the endless string of pharmaceuticals and the exhausting lectures he was tired of giving to stubborn patients.
I know we can help people like you, Paul.
He seemed really excited as he went on. People who can’t enter the deeper stages of sleep or who wake up after only a partial cycle. Most people suffer greatly with these disorders. Not everyone figures out how to turn it into a strength!
He gave me almost an annoyed look but I knew from previous talks he marvelled at how I adapted to such sleep depravity. He had actually studied my upbringing and had quite a few conversations with my father. He was truly intrigued by how we all seemed to be hard-wired with our sleep limitations. He cared about me and cared about making a difference in the world of sleep science.
He described getting a pretty typical visit request from a pharmaceutical company but it was from a different company than he was used to. Most of the reps in the business tried to minimize their interaction with him—he wasn’t the easiest guy to deal with. Many of the private practitioners would get friendly, othen too friendly. with these sales reps. Free lunches for the office, nice dinners or shows, why not? Some friendly banter that seemed harmless enough on the surface. A brief discussion about new products or new equipment was just part of the deal. The smooth-as-silk salespeople knew that the friendly chats and subtle perks would eventually make a difference in the prescriber’s decision-making. The bigger business was in hospitals and institutions. Big contracts were in the balance. Dealing with the sales reps was another job for the chief. Dr. Ashworth was a great physician and researcher. He was also a shrewd businessman and didn’t put up with bullshit. Unfortunately, the sales reps had to go through him to get access to the hospital pharmacy and formulary. He would almost relish the debates he had with these poor people. He realized they were just men and women trying to do their job but they did represent big pharma
which he detested.
Tom was somewhat surprised that someone from an unusual company, Sonosphere Pharmaceuticals, came to see him and it wasn’t a polished salesperson in a nice suit. This was a regular looking guy in a lab coat who looked the part of a scientist and it turned out, he was. He represented the development arm of the drug business that usually didn’t make these types of visits. His name was Steven Glassman and he was a Ph.D. who had been working on a new treatment for treating insomnia. The treatment incorporated a biologic approach and a gene therapy approach as a hybrid. Now biologics have been around a long time, decades. From human insulin to cutting-edge cancer therapies most people have heard of these drugs and are annoyed at the constant commercials we’re bombarded with. Every day it seems there’s a new product that no one can pronounce with the memorable catchphrases and the annoying music you can’t erase from your memory (all part of the master plan, of course!) Like it or not, these biologics were at the forefront of modern medicine. The new paradigm.
Gene therapy was also well known and has been vital in many areas of medicine including oncology, immunology and now—neuroscience. Amazing results have been seen over the past decade that no one could have predicted. From the practitioner’s perspective it has been exciting to see the remarkable progress being made in nearly every branch of medicine. It was undeniable that we owe much of that progress to the bench researchers and lab workers employed by companies like Sonosphere.
Thanks for agreeing to meet with me, Dr. Ashworth. I know you’re a busy man and have many other things you could be doing. I appreciate you giving me a few minutes of your time.
Dr. Glassman offered as he extended his hand.
Come on into my office. I’ll admit I’m more accustomed to three-piece suits than well-worn lab coats. I guess they still have a few new tricks up their sleeves to get our attention.
and Tom led this rep to a chair in front of his enormous and imposing desk.
They sat down and Tom made it clear the clock was ticking. Steve Glassman didn’t have the smooth conversational skills of a sales rep. He wasn’t particularly good looking and didn’t bring any gifts or swag. What he did do was completely blind-side Dr. Ashworth with an amazing description of how his company had developed a completely new treatment approach for insomnia and had basically kept it all completely below the radar, until today. He didn’t waste time explaining to Tom the intricacies of sleep and the conventional understanding of the very complex biochemical pathways that he lectures on. He described how at Sonosphere they were essentially ready for a trial and needed someone from the outside to help negotiate some of the FDA hurdles that Tom was familiar with. Tom was no pushover but he was captivated by the science and amazed by the technological breakthroughs that were being revealed to him. This unassuming research scientist in front of him seemed just as excited in describing how they had made such staggering leaps and managed to keep it all quiet.
It has been quite thrilling compared to what happens in most research labs that often work years if not decades to make any advances. Making progress in each step along the way has been rewarding and dizzying. The initial idea of using such a common virus as a vector seemed plausible but we weren’t expecting such immediate confirmation.
Dr. Ashworth was somewhat surprised they had used a modified parainfluenza virus as a vector. Viruses have long been recognized as a way to deliver a new message (often a gene or DNA code) into a host cell. The virus is able to bind to the host DNA and introduce genetic material as part of the replication cycle. The genetic material contains basic ‘instructions’ of how to produce more copies of the virus or to produce other types of messenger proteins.
This virus was able to cross the blood brain barrier and enter the brain. The target of the research was the reticular activating pathway in the mesopons, an integral part of the complicated sleep pathway. Activating the cells that produce dopamine and noradrenaline in a pattern that would permit longer stages of REM sleep and increased total sleep was the goal. The animal models were showing great promise and the potential impact on the sleep medication market ($30 billion/year) was staggering. Dr. Ashworth was enthralled with the beauty and elegance that he was hearing but he tried to remain skeptical. He had many questions but Steven had smart, immediate answers with an honest exuberance that would make any sales rep jealous. Tom had promised this unassuming fellow five minutes then sat transfixed for ninety minutes. He would have listened for ninety more. For Dr. Ashworth he had never had such a meeting end so differently than how it started. By the time they shook hands Dr. Tom Ashworth was the new medical director and principal investigator for Sonosphere’s division of research. He would also be the lead investigator of the potentially blockbuster insomnia cure, REMfab.
Chapter 4
TIME FOR ACTION
AFTER I HUNG up with Tom I knew I had a huge number of decisions to make and things to do. My mind was racing like never before but I knew I needed to check my emotions. Part of my brain wanted to panic but I knew I didn’t have the time. I sat there for about five minutes and penciled out a few lists and tried to figure out where to start. When I look back I was surprised that I could be so composed when I called my assistant Jenny at home.
Sorry to bother you at 6:30 on a Wednesday night, Jenny.
Do you need help working the fax machine again?
she laughed. I had made that call of shame several times over the past few years.
No, somethings come up and I’m not going to be here tomorrow or Friday. Would you mind letting patients know?
I asked knowing she didn’t mind. All she heard was four day weekend!
That’s fine with me. I’ll send out a robo-call from home.
She answered.
"I’ll sign out to Warren and let’s just shut the office down entirely. Spend some time with your family.
You know I have tons of crap on my desk and I think I can …
Not tomorrow or Friday, Jenny. It can all wait. The office is closed.
I said sternly enough so she would go along with the directive. She knows I appreciate how hard she works and her dedication to the patients. I thought about telling her what was really going on but I didn’t. That was one of the first real ethical decisions of many that I would have to make over the next few days. Such a weighty decision made in a split second. Unreal. Do something fun, doctor’s orders!
I said before I hung up.
The next call was to my wife. That was maybe the hardest call I had to make because she needed to know everything and had to believe everything I said. How can you convince someone that the world is about to plunge into a chaotic freefall unlike anything that’s ever been witnessed, even on cable TV. I realized that I would be doing this quite a bit over the next few days. I would have to be very good at delivering terrifying news in a believable way so that people, especially family, would hear my words and accept them as reality. Moreover they would really have to be ready to engage and rise to the huge challenge of this new reality very quickly. I almost laughed … It’s just like the emotional grind of being a doctor. Patients need to hear that there is bad news, process it, hear the treatment options and decide on a treatment plan all in very short spans of time. It was never fun being the bearer of bad news but being able to do it in a gentle, sympathetic, and empathetic way is a real art. Those early dialogues truly set a patient’s mindset and they don’t ever forget how they felt when you sat them down and had that talk with them face to face.
The phone was ringing and I hoped she would pick up. Not exactly an easy message to leave but I knew she was home and waiting for me. We had made plans to have a nice family dinner, something we didn’t do enough and now felt like something I shouldn’t just eliminate in an effort to create more time. Fortunately she did pick up.
You’re late again.
she said like someone who was used to it. But it’s actually good. The kids are getting along well and I’m a little behind schedule too. It smells good though. You are gonna smell the garlic when you pull in the driveway!
Another split decision. I’ll give her the real details a little later I decided. Another chance to have a family dinner like this may not happen again in a long time. I think I can smell it from the office! I’ll be home in 20 minutes. I do need to change our plans a little bit. I need to have a little meeting tonight with some neighbors.
Really? Another neighborhood meeting? Let me guess, an impromptu discussion about modifying the bylaws?
she teased me knowing how annoyed I was by some recent neighborhood association assessments. Paul, I think everyone knows how you feel.
No, I promise nothing like that.
I caught myself smiling. I’ll fill you in when I get home.
I hung up the phone and looked at all the notes I had been making on my desk over the past twenty minutes. Tom had basically said I have three days to plan and prepare for a global pandemic that would be like nothing ever imagined. He informed me that the vaccine he had been working on for several years had mutated somehow and had turned all the participants into psychotic blood-thirsty killing machines. Even scarier was that the virus used to deliver the genetic code has developed self-replicating capacity and all the study participants had been releasing the virus like super-spreaders since they received the injection two weeks ago. This modified parainfluenza virus was now spreading through communities like wildfire and acting just like viruses act in nature. This version just happens to have a built-in timebomb that instead of fixing the sleep mechanism it turned the victim into a supercharged frenzied animal that seems to be wired only to attack and eat. The infected were essentially reduced to their most primitive core, a carnivore without much else in terms of cognitive function from what Tom could assess.
I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. I had really felt guilty for pulling out of the vaccine trial after phase 1 but in hindsight it looks like I made the right call. Tom talked me into being a participant initially and I did receive the first injection of the modified parainfluenza vector less than one year ago. That version did not carry the gene-mutation and did not impact the sleep mechanism at all. It was kind of a trial run with no payload. What it did provide, according to what Tom’s team believes, is immunity from the phase 2 recombinant virus. If he was correct (and he’s pretty much the smartest guy I’ve ever met) then I am immune and anyone I was in close proximity to the day I received my injection may be immune. Those are all the people I need to talk to. Tonight.
Chapter 5
THE FAMILY MEETING
DINNER WAS ACTUALLY quite nice. I’m not sure how I was able to just kick back and have a good time but we had one of those fun nights when everyone got along and we enjoyed some great food. When Jackson and Casey get along I always tried to savor every minute of it. Casey at 14 is into theater and singing. She’s really smart and a good athlete but right now in her life all she really wants to do is sing for us. She knows just about every lyric sung on Broadway and at this point I think the whole family does. I’m not sure when she’s going to go boy-crazy but for now we are just happy she has other hobbies. Parenting her is tough because she is so strong-willed and stubborn. She really isn’t like me or her mom, we were both pretty easy kids. She is sassy, challenging and mostly stubborn. So when she’s in a good mood the whole family relaxes.
Jackson is 16 and a lot like me. He has many interests and reads just about everything he can get his hands on (It helps when you don’t sleep beyond four to five hours a night.) He’s a good student and a good athlete, pretty well-balanced. He does goof off and logs plenty of late