Franklin Gilbert took his seat, glancing around the table at his associates. Evelyn Cole, Franklin's most trusted colleague, flipped through a binder, a look of extreme impatience plastered across her normally-expressionless face. "We're all here." she stated, "Get to the point, Franklin." Franklin shot a withering look in the twenty-something's direction, effectively silencing Evelyn. "The point," Franklin declared, "is that this world has too many people." One of the elder associates, a scientist by the name of Daniel Hayes, nodded his agreement. "That's true." Hayes said, "What do you plan to do about it?" "Eliminate them, of course. We create a pathogen to destroy the weak, then we use the survivors to create a master race. It's quite simple really." Hayes frowned. "Are you-"
"Of course I'm sure." Franklin glared at the older man, "You have studied enough chemistry and biology to catch my drift."
"What exactly are you suggesting, sir?" Hayes demanded, beginning to feel unnerved. Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Oh, Hayes. We need to create a virus." she sighed, as though the answer was obvious. "And you want me to create it?" Hayes stared at Franklin, dumbfounded. "Of course I do. You're the greatest scientist of modern times. Did you honestly think you had a choice in the matter?" Franklin smiled cruelly. "You can't force me to do this." Hayes snapped, deciding in that moment that Franklin was insane. "Oh but I can. Either you do exactly what I say, or I kill everyone you care about. So, Hayes, what's it going to be?"
When the apocalypse strikes, friends turn on each other. There is no order, and no one to clear up the conspiracies.
Three scientists who hoard the cure. Two groups searching for it. One virus Destroying the world. Who will survive the experiment?