With the Sickness spreading, the word was given to the President to begin the assault.
The famous scientists promised they knew the cure.
The President knew what decision he had to make.
He was the chosen. He was the commander. He was the decider.
He had decided though it meant most would die, at least the favored few would survive this initial purification of fire.
A sacrifice of blood was chosen to appease this new yet ancient master.
But the Infection still remained.