Point Of Transmission: A Post-Apocalyptic Epidemic Survival (The Morgan Strain Series Book 1)

by Max Lockwood

  She struggled to carry her paperwork out to the car, feeling ridiculous as she tried to juggle everything in her arms with her jacket and the strap of her bag slipping off every now and then. The heels of her shoes weren’t helping, but then she'd been in a rush this morning and ended up with a pair with longer heels than she liked for standing around and teaching. She could only curse herself for the mistake.

  Then a kid rushed past her and made her drop it all. It could have been by accident, or not, but she lost her balance and watched everything fall to the ground. There wasn’t much of a breeze to blow the numerous papers too far, so small mercies. Still, she felt the weight on her shoulders grow heavier, knowing she'd have to pick them all up, but wishing for a second that she could just leave it all and go home. Only to sigh, because she knew that would be irresponsible.

  She might not like her job, but she needed it.

  Close to tears, Clara bent down to pick up her things, grabbing for the papers first before they could flutter away. Her feet ached in her shoes and in her frustration, she wished she could toss them off and lob them at the kid that did this and didn’t even bother to help, though she hadn't even seen who it was.

  Dammit!

  "Hey!"

  Cooper, a friend and fellow teacher rushed over to her. She looked up, startled to see someone else kneeling beside her to help her out. She was surprised, and could only gape at him for a moment. He looked up and winked as he grabbed papers in his hands. She just felt overwhelmed at the nice gesture, Clara couldn’t remember the last time someone had stopped to think about her.

  "What?"

  She blinked. "Um…"

  He rolled his eyes, handing over her hand bag and jacket and taking the papers already in her possession. "Just thought I should remind you I'm here to help—after all, we are carpooling together. So get that look off your face."

  She wasn’t sure what face he meant. But after blinking a couple of times, her eyesight went blurry, and she could feel her expression crumple.

  No.

  She didn’t want to cry, not now—not here, of all places. If any of the kids saw they'd just make fun of her for it later. Kids were cruel, after all, she remembered that much from her high school years, even when they simply thought they were having fun. If she'd ever hurt someone so carelessly, and if she had the opportunity, she'd apologize profusely for being such a little shit.

  Cooper saw her crying and his expression softened immediately, a hand raising to wipe a tear away. She wouldn’t let more fall, though. It would only worsen the humiliation. Then his hand tapped her chin lightly.

  "Keep your chin up, Clara. I know it's hard, but you don’t have to let yourself be so overwhelmed. If you need any help, you can ask for it. No one would think you’re weak for it."

  She gave a huff of laughter, and it sounded a little wet, but she swallowed back the lump in her throat.

  No crying.

  Cooper Hewett was two years older than her, with dark hair, olive skin and green eyes that always seemed to twinkle with hidden laughter. He was fit and muscular, he looked every part the physical instructor at the school. He was also Clara's best friend—nearly her only friend, really, since she hardly talked to the others as much. He was the only bright spot in most of her days, always looking to make her laugh with his good sense of humor, or give her a pick-me-up when she looked down.

  They finished picking up her stuff and he gave her a hand up. She appreciated the help, but knew he wasn’t entirely correct. There were people that would look down on her if she gave in and broke down, they couldn’t help themselves. But she wouldn’t tell him that.

  "I'm sorry. I just had a difficult day."

  She scoffed internally. What an understatement.

  Another kid ran past, and Clara knew before she even opened her mouth that she was going to shout something immature aimed at them.

  "I didn’t know Ms. Thomas and Mr. Hewett were in love."

  Clara just rolled her eyes without bothering to turn back. The kid could have been sneering at them instead of making light fun, but she didn’t want to see to know which. Not that she had to, because Cooper did.

  "Hey, keep running your mouth and I'm gonna give you bad grades as revenge," he mock threatened, making Clara smile as she heard a light laugh behind them, getting further away.

  He was better at joking with the students than she was. Hell, he was better at a lot of things. She knew if it had been him in that classroom instead of her, he would have gotten the students to behave while getting their respect in the process. He wouldn’t have the kind of problems she did. Of course, he actually loved what he was doing, when it was just a replacement of her dreams for her.

  Of all things about him, she couldn’t understand that. There were times when teaching teenagers actually brought him joy. It helped that he had a positive attitude, and a general outlook towards life. Clara envied him that, just a little.

  Cooper led the way to the car, unlocking the door and letting her get in first as he put her paperwork in the backseat with his own smaller workload holding them down, then got in the driver's seat. Finally, they were on their way home, and she couldn’t help feeling relieved, and a little guilty for doing so.

  "So, care to tell me what that was all about?" Cooper asked, voice gentle.

  Clara knew he meant her almost breakdown. She didn’t want to talk about it, but if there was someone she trusted to tell about her problems, it was him. He'd helped her out more times than she could count, all to be a good friend, acting offended when she even mentioned paying him back for all of it. Besides, maybe it would help lessen her burden a little if she could vent about it.

  "I wasn’t in the best place today," she sighed, rolling her head on the headrest to look outside. "I haven't been for a long time, really."

  She caught his glances in her peripheral, but wouldn’t meet his eyes.

  "What does that mean?"

  She sighed again, feeling heavier. "I don’t know, just… I guess my expectations for the job crashed and burned. A while back, I just didn’t want to think about it, and now it's all that I can think about."

  "You had expectations in this job?" he joked, and she cracked another smile, only for it to disappear as she sighed again, suddenly feeling older than her years.

  "It wasn’t anything realistic, I don’t think. I just didn’t expect to be this…" she floundered, waving her hand, only to let it drop in her lap when she couldn’t find the word.

  It wasn’t quite hate, but it was definitely discontent. But that would be stupid to voice out loud, because a lot of people ended up doing what they didn’t like. Complaining would only make her a hypocrite.

  "I just wish I could quit," she said suddenly, turning to look at him. He glanced over and caught her eyes for a moment before turning back to the road. "I can't say I entirely hate it, but I did not see this for my life. I hated high school, so like… why the hell did I think becoming a teacher was even a good idea?" she clenched her fists together, looking down at them in her lap. "But no matter how badly I want to. To just quit and look for whatever other job there is out there to tide me over. I know I can't because I'm the only source of income for the family."

  She had plenty enough qualifications to attempt it, and she was sure she would find a job, eventually. But with the current economy, it was hard to say when, and where would she get money before that? Besides, of all positions she could take, teaching had some permanence, and even if she lost her job, she could get into another school with little fuss. But that wouldn’t exactly help the problem.

  Even if she couldn’t stand her job, she knew she had to, and it was what had carried her forward all this time. Her family needed her. She didn’t mind occasionally going without a meal, but when she had the means to, she wouldn’t let them suffer more than they had to. She was all they had and vice versa, after they lost her parents a while back.

  She could complain and cry all she wanted, but she knew she wasn�
��t the only one hurting. Breaking down on her own would mean being selfish.

  "Hey," Cooper murmured, catching her attention and making her turn to him. His voice was low, serious, and so different from his usually happy personality. "I know it's hard. I can't say I fully understand your situation, as you are dealing with things I can't even begin to imagine. But you don’t have to keep it all in. I'm here for you if you ever need anything. And you have to know how I admire you for your hard work. In your position, I would have broken down a lot sooner, believe me. I just can't handle pressure like that."

  Not so surprisingly, Clara felt more than just a bit better. Having Cooper around was always good for an ego boost. He was always encouraging her, helping her go on when all she wanted to do was give up. She didn’t believe he wouldn’t be okay in a similar situation, though. He didn’t like too much pressure, but Cooper was reliable. He'd run himself to the ground without complaint to help someone else, as he was already doing with her.

  The car slowed down as they got to her house, then parked at the curb. He was out the car before she could stop him, reaching into the back to take her things out for her. She circled around, pulling on her jacket with her bag's strap over her shoulder so she had her arms free to take her things.

  "Thank you, Cooper. For… well, everything." There were too many to list them, after all.

  He just smiled and leaned closer to give her a kiss on the cheek.

  "Don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure, believe me."

  She gave him a skeptical look, but didn't argue. She held her things tight to her chest with one arm, holding out the other to pull him into a quick hug, reciprocating the kiss on his cheek, and then he was getting into the car and driving away.

  Chapter Two

  Clara stood, watching the car drive off until it was out of sight. She hesitated before going into the house, not really wanting to be home.

  She loved her family, truly, but with the way she was feeling, being home wasn’t going to be helpful for her, or anyone. If school was frustrating, being at home was about twice as much. She wondered if she could call Cooper back and do something with him that evening instead. Another reason she'd stuck with school so long, it was another reason to stay away from the usually oppressive atmosphere at home. But she knew she couldn’t just turn back around and leave, knew she had responsibilities to attend to. It wouldn’t be fair to escape, thinking only of herself.

  She sighed and entered the house.

  Almost immediately, she wanted to step outside and pretend to be peaceful a moment longer. The grocery delivery bags were strewn in the hallway, probably from when they were dropped off hours ago. Since she didn’t have the time and no one else left the house, it was necessary. But it was becoming a common occurrence to come home to find unattended deliveries, and it never grew less annoying.

  Her grandmother, Viola, was dozing on the couch. She slept more than anything these days, but usually she was in her room. Clara didn’t like her being by herself. Even if something happened and she was awake, the possibility that she could defend herself was low, but Clara didn’t care about the logistics when it was dangerous either way.

  Clara wondered where her sister could be. She knew Tessa would never leave the house alone because of her phobias, though, so she decided it was likely she was in her 'den.' She rolled her eyes and set her things aside to lighten her load. Sure enough, when she went upstairs, she found her sister in her bedroom.

  She was meditating, surrounded by scented candles that made Clara's nose twitch, and her tarot cards laid out in front of her. It was another common sight that never grew less annoying, and she couldn’t help the loud sigh that ruined her sister's concentration, eyes snapping open. She shot a glare at Clara that was returned in kind, only fiercer. She was used to her sister's moods already. If only they would stop.

  Dark eyes, with bags underlining them, glared at her from under a dark mane of unkempt hair. They looked a lot alike, but Tessa wasn’t big on looking after herself. Clara had to look in a mirror, make herself presentable for her job, but her sister didn’t have that need and she rarely bothered. Clara considered it a small miracle she occasionally remembered to at least shower on her own. Though, Clara would have been glad if Tessa looked after their aging grandmother some more, she knew the dynamics when she left home were usually the reverse.

  "You ruined my meditative state."

  Clara just rolled her eyes at the bland accusation, not even the least bit guilty.

  "You've had all day to meditate," she snapped back, a little more harshly than intended, but she wouldn’t take it back. "But since you've stopped for now, anyway, you should come and help with unpacking the groceries."

  Tessa crossed her arms over her chest, scowling sullenly as she huffed. "I don’t want to right now, just let me finish what I was doing."

  "No excuses," she narrowed her eyes threateningly.

  "But I was doing something important," she insisted, and Clara rolled her eyes.

  "You can come back after you help me."

  But of course, it couldn’t just be that easy. Tessa was hard to deal with. She hadn't always been that way, but after their parents died and she grew older, she grew a fascination with weird things. Clara blamed herself, she had let it fester, thinking it was her sibling's way of coping with what had happened. She had responsibilities falling on her she didn’t have before, either, but Clara still took the bulk. She didn’t blame her sister, but she would have appreciated some cooperation, at least.

  Tessa was acting childishly, protesting as they bickered back and forth like they were both years younger than their actual ages. Times like this, it was hard to remember Tessa was actually older, twenty nine to Clara's twenty five years. But they had been living together long enough to know how to deal with each other, since they'd pretty much always been stuck at home. Eventually, she agreed, getting up grudgingly and slinking out of her room.

  It startled Clara, like it always did, how thin her sister was. She was four years older and an inch taller, but she always looked so frail, like a light breeze could blow her away. Clara calmed down as she followed her downstairs and they picked up the grocery bags, taking them over to the kitchen and started unpacking.

  "So, how was your day," she started conversationally, glancing over at Tessa as she arranged things in the fridge.

  "I had a premonition."

  She wasn’t even fazed by that statement, it no longer threw her. She was always skeptical of her sister's predictions, and found it hard not to roll her eyes. That was something else that had changed after their parents' death. Since Tessa had felt uneasy just before it happened, she'd convinced herself she could see the future.

  "Whatever you say, Tessa," she answered calmly, putting away some cans in a cupboard.

  She wouldn’t consider her sister crazy, but she did get tired of the topic. She couldn’t fight against it because it would only start another argument. They were both stubborn and a fight meant that being at home would be unbearable for as long as they kept up the argument. More often than not, Clara was the one backing down, more for the sake of her own sanity than anything else.

  When the sounds behind her suddenly stopped, she turned around to see her sister standing still with her back to Clara. She was about to ask if there was a problem, when the other woman suddenly spoke.

  "A terrible event is coming our way, and we should prepare for the world's end."

  Her voice, her words, were serious. She didn’t turn around, and in that moment, Clara was so glad, because she wasn’t sure she wanted to see what expression her sister had on her face just then. She felt a shiver work its way down her back, feeling uneasy.

  Cut it out.

  She shook her head, shook away the uneasiness. It was foolish to take something so paranoid so seriously. Her sister was wrong. Even though she didn’t feel as calm as before, she ignored her sister and the light churning in her stomach.

  Putting the rest of
the groceries away, sans what they'd need for their dinner, she moved to the stove, setting out a couple of pots but not turning anything on at the moment. She just suddenly needed to be out of that room, by herself. She told herself sternly that she was, in no uncertain terms, running away.

  "Would you cut the vegetables for dinner? I'm going to go check on grandmother."

  Tessa didn’t argue, just moved to do as told. As Clara left the room, she heard what her sister muttered to herself but ignored it as well.

  "You'll be sorry when my predictions come true.”

  Chapter Three

  Ignoring the irregular beating of her heart, Clara moved to the couch where her grandmother was still sleeping and shook her awake. It took a bit more shaking, and Clara would have been worried, but then she was moving, her eyes fluttering open. They glanced around before falling on her. She was confused for a few moments, looking unsure of where she was.

  Before she could grow frantic, Clara took her hand and made her focus on herself instead of looking around the room.

  "You're home, remember?" she murmured, keeping her tone soothing as she brought her other hand up to brush back some of the older woman's hair. "And I'm your granddaughter, Clara. Your name is Viola. Do you remember that?"

  She waited with her breath held, feeling relieved when she got a nod. When Viola came to properly and looked like she was trying to sit up, Clara helped her, resettling the blanket around her shoulders. Then she sat back on her heels.

  "Clara, did you just get back?"

  She smiled wanly. "No, I was here a while ago."

  "You could have woken me up sooner," Viola chastised.

  "It's fine, I didn’t want to bother you. I saved you some dinner so you could continue your nap." She went to push herself up. "I'll go get something for you."

  But a hand on her shoulder stopped her. "No, thank you, dear."

  She sighed. "You need to eat."

  "But I'm not hungry," her grandmother insisted.