Dr. Elizabeth Bannon and the similarities of our unusual times!

March 20, 2020

Post 114. Written by Ben Kesp

With all that has been happening of late concerning our lock downs and how our world is in the grip of an unseen assailant that is powerfully eroding away our way of life, it got me thinking of Elizabeth Bannon (Dr. Elizabeth Bannon Series) and her journey to discover the truth of what a small group of people wanted for the future of the human race. Her journey brought her to discover secret agencies, undercover operations and gene mutation, just to mention a few.  It was the discovery of the H48-64 virus that inflicted the town of Quesser Creek, infecting its inhabitants causing a lockdown and curfew to be enforced that reminds me very much of our current situation that we are going through.  The following is an excerpt from the Dr. Elizabeth Bannon series after Elizabeth was trapped within the town.

 

Dr. Elizabeth Bannon Series – Excerpt

 

Two hours earlier, Elizabeth places her mobile on the small window seat.  She stares outwardly onto the vacant street.  At the end of its summer season, Quesser Creek has never looked so quiet.  An empty street glares back at her.  The army patrol runs its regular route every twenty minutes.  She knows this is the beginning of the great plan that Project God Trials are putting in place and Quesser Creek is at the centre.  How have they decided?  Placed a pin on the map, or was it down to its location?  However they chose, the town is now under quarantine, and she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Jacob got out, but she wasn’t so fortunate.  Trapped like rats behind the barricades, it’s a test tube moment. The general public may not know, but she is aware the outbreak of virus H48-64 which science has labelled it, isn’t an accident.  It all happened two days earlier.  She muses on the thought briefly that it was on a Friday morning.  The same day that Jacob originally had his incident off the cliff face in the very same town.  Coincidence?   

 

The local baker and his wife took her in.   They are an elderly couple with two adult children living elsewhere.  It was not a time for conversing.  She has a roof over her head for which she is grateful and food to eat.  She moves her eyes once more to her mobile.  All network activity stopped thirty minutes ago.  Have they blanked out the town so people couldn’t communicate with the outside?  Jacob is on the other side of the barricades.  Waiting.  They had just finished devising a plan when their call was cut off.  Picking up the phone again, the no network signal still flashes.

 

Grabbing her bag, she places her phone inside and exits her cosy room.  The elderly couple sit silently in the kitchen.  Fear etched into their faces.  Elizabeth acknowledges with a small smile before departing the house.  A little reassurance but she could offer them nothing more.  No words are spoken.  Keeping off the main street she moves towards the centre of the town in the direction of the medical clinic. 

 

Army personnel are minimal.  Darkness will soon fall.  Very few patrolled inside the town, focusing their attention on guarding the perimeter and all exit points of the town.  She pauses momentarily facing the white two-storey clinic.  It’s unequipped to handle an outbreak of this scale.  It is full to capacity treating the sick, but all that could be done is to send each patient home to die.   The disease starts slowly at first.  Red blotches appear on the skin which later form moles and turn to boils, blistering with severe pain to the victim.   The speed of the disease is rapid.  White discharge would seep from the tear ducts, reddening the eyes.  Elizabeth refuses to allow her memory of the infection to continue.  The signs were already present on the baker and his wife.  They knew, but did not mention.  Their end would be to suffer in silence accepting their fate as if it was handed down to them. Elizabeth never allowed fear to overtake her.  She’s not quite sure why.

 

Lightly stepping forward, she enters through the rear of the clinic stepping off the main corridor and reaching the back emergency fire escape.  Her body stops on sighting a man sitting on one of the steps.  Only clothed in his underwear and vest, his stare is vacant.  Oblivious to her presence.  Moving past his blotchy appearance, she continues to the first floor, stepping onto a wide corridor with rows of sick patients on either side.  Instinctively covering her nose, she moves to the end of the corridor.  Jacob’s instructions were clear.  As she enters the nurse’s station, Elizabeth places her eyes on her.

 

She is more petite than she remembers.  Her mousey brown hair is shorter and she looks tired.  Visiting practitioners come to the clinic on a weekly basis, but the care is minimal.  Now under the outbreak, there is very little that can be done.  Another nurse stands next to her, perhaps recruited from one of the town’s residents.  Elizabeth allows her eyes to rest on her.  Pity rises for the woman before her, knowing this is a battle she’s not going to win.  Their eyes meet.  Shock and surprise greet her and push Nadia towards her. 

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