Prologue
Isaac Garret was subject 479. He was supposed to enter the Dome on September 8th, 2032 along with the other 500 chosen residents. He would be tested for Ebola upon entering and would be denied entry if he tested positive. He knew the expectations and he knew that life inside the Dome was promised to be better than that outside. He was getting a vaccine after all.
There was a lady at the front of the line, wearing a blue, plastic raincoat with a yellow chemical mask fastened to her face. She was the one giving the rapid tests and would be the one to determine if you qualified for entry.
Isaac stepped up through the line, turning to face the blonde lady with a small smile.
"Open your mouth please, sir," she commanded, thrusting the cotton swab in his face.
Isaac did as he was told and opened his mouth as wide as he could, as she shoved the swab down his throat.
He gagged slightly as she removed it, but watched as she slid the slava from the cotton into a small, hand-held machine and waited for the tell-tale green or red glow.
It felt like years before the machine was able to register his spit.
The lady looked up at him, her face emotionless and stolid.
"POSITIVE," she shouts, snapping her fingers at the guards stationed throughout the area, "GET HIM OUT OF HERE!"
It took a moment for the weight of the news to hit him.
He couldn't be positive, he was completely healthy.
3 guards dressed in exactly the same attire as the woman swarmed around him, grabbing his arms and roughly pushing him towards the police vehicles parked around the Dome.
"Wait," he yelled, squirming in their grip, "I'm not sick, it must be a mistake!"
"We don't have the time, nor the patience to make mistakes," one guard told him, "We are taking no chances. The Dome must be Ebola-free."
A year later and the Dome is full of Ebola.
