The Gemini Virusby Wil Mara
This science-based thriller from Wil Mara will chill you to your core
Bob Easton thinks he has a cold. Before he dies in agony, four days later, he infects dozens of people. Local health agencies become quickly overwhelmed by the sick and dying and beg the CDC for help. Dr. Michael Beck and Cara Porter, a member of the Epidemic Intelligence Service, race/b>
This science-based thriller from Wil Mara will chill you to your core
Bob Easton thinks he has a cold. Before he dies in agony, four days later, he infects dozens of people. Local health agencies become quickly overwhelmed by the sick and dying and beg the CDC for help. Dr. Michael Beck and Cara Porter, a member of the Epidemic Intelligence Service, race to identify the deadly bug. They can't cure it until they know what it is.
Dennis and Andi Jensen and their children are terrified. Schools and offices close. Fresh food disappears from store shelves. Three of their children's friends die. Their neighbors are dying or running away, fleeing the unstoppable infection. Desperate, the Jensens join the exodus, making a nightmarish journey to their isolated mountain cabin along empty roads, through abandoned towns, past looted shopping malls.
The superbugand the panicquickly spreads beyond America's borders. On a packed plane, someone coughsand at their destination, the pilots are told, "you can't land here." US military bases are quarantined. Yet the virus continues to spread. Some believe the plague is man-made. Others see it as a sign of the end times.
In the lab, Cara Porter makes a potentially fatal mistake. In the mountains, Andi Jensen tells her husband that she doesn't feel well.
The world is running out of time.
"Irwin Allen's disaster films meet Stephen King's The Stand. A scary notion."Booklist
"A chilling and horrific outbreak story. If you're a fan of Outbreak, The Hot Zone, and Contagion (the movie), you'll love Gemini Virus."No More Grumpy Bookseller
“A terrifying tale of a mysterious lethal outbreak that starts in a smalltown community and quickly goes global. Thank your lucky stars the scenario is fictional” Dr. Elinor Levy, Associate Professor of Microbiology at Boston University School of Medicine; author, The New Killer Diseases
“A chilling scenario . . . a fast-paced and immensely entertaining story. Thrilling and eerie. Once you open the front cover, you will not be able to put it down.” Dr. Martinez J. Hewlett, co-author of Basic Virology
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“Okay, this is one I’m sure you’ll like,” Beck said confidently, advancing through the songs via the button on the steering wheel. “This was one of my favorites when I was a kid.”
“Back in the late Pliocene?” his passenger asked.
“I was born in the early Holocene. Now, listen.”
As Beck cruised north on Connecticut’s I-91 with the rented convertible’s top down, his ID badge flipped and bounced against his chest. It read MICHAEL BECK, EPIDEMIOLOGIST, and right under that, CENTERS FOR DISEASE CONTROL, ATLANTA GA.
The song began quietly, a simple drumbeat accompanied by silvery high notes in a playful intro. Then a call-and-answer segment featuring bass, sitar, and piano. Finally, Robbie Dupree’s eternally soulful voice delivering the first line.
“It’s called ‘Steal Away.’ It was a huge hit when I was a kid; the DJs loved it. It gets airplay even now and is included in movie soundtracks once in awhile. Not so bad, right?”
He glanced over in time to see her roll her eyes, which made him smile. She’s heard me prattle on about this before—“The Lost Age of Melody,” I call it, back when songwriters ruled the music business and hits had hooks you couldn’t get out of your head.
“Yeah, it’s great. I’m totally blown out of my seat.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad.” He sang along with the chorus in a voice that was good enough for private use but would surely earn the wrath of the American Idol judges. “And this guy’s new album is terrific. I’ve played it a few times for you.”
“Well, it’s certainly better than that other stuff you like … what do you call it? Exotica?”
“Like lying on the beach in Hawaii with a mai tai in your hand. Pure bliss. Martin Denny, Les Baxter, Arthur Lyman…”
“Lyman was the best.”
“But it’s all so lightweight,” she said.
“That’s what’s great about it. The music you listen to … my God, it makes you want to grab a machine gun and start thinning out the neighborhood.”
She turned to him with a smirk. “That’s what’s great about it.”
She went back to her trademark I’m-so-damn-bored posture—chin in hand, lips tight, and the tiniest trace of resentment in the eyes. He smiled again and decided to let her be. Maybe the song would seep through her defenses, act as a kind of antidote. Music had the power to bring warmth and joy and relief to a troubled soul, he knew, and Cara Porter was certainly burdened with a troubled soul. One look at her gave that away—the goth makeup and jewelry, the perpetual scowl, the hunched shoulders. Beck had taken a huge chance on her. When she ended up on his doorstep with a freshly minted master’s degree in one hand and a résumé in the other, he thought someone down the line had made a mistake. Then he caught a sense of the real person behind the armor and thought he detected much more. In time, he came to realize he had been correct. When she was working, an alternative persona—the one, Beck thought, represented the true individual—emerged. The professional Cara Porter was inspired, intuitive, and boundlessly compassionate. Their exchanges were more substantial and mature. And her sensitivity, usually kept so carefully guarded, was remarkable. From human patients to laboratory animals, she treated all living things with uncommon kindness and respect. This one, Beck often thought, has the seeds of greatness. Now, if we can just get them growing.… He came to think of her as a surrogate daughter, although he never told her this for reasons of his own.
“I’m not saying everything you listen to is bad,” he said. “For example, that Guns N’ Roses album, Chinese Democracy, is pretty good.”
“I agree. I do play it when you’re not around, you know. I’m not a total dork.”
He nodded. “Yes, just mos—”
An iPhone trilled.
“Is that yours or mine?” she asked.
Beck waited until it called out again. The ringtone was the first few bars of “On and On” by Stephen Bishop. “It’s a good melody—must be mine.”
She shot him a look as he grinned and drew the slender device from his front pocket. He also thumbed down the volume via the button on the steering wheel, and his beloved “lightweight”’70s music disappeared.
“It’s the boss,” he said, looking at the caller ID. Then he put it on speaker. “Hello, there.”
“I can barely hear you.”
“We’re in the rental car right now with the top down. Hang on a second.”
He pulled to the shoulder and engaged the roof. It came up like a giant hand in a monster movie. Once it was in place, he set the phone on the dashboard.
“Yes. Listen, where are the two of you?”
“On I-91, heading back from the conference.”
He could sense she was stressed even beyond what was customary for her. After working together for eleven years—the first nine when she was drifting up through the CDC’s ranks, and the last two after she was elevated to the top role—there wasn’t much he didn’t know about her. Sheila Abbott was the type who lived for stress, ate it in handfuls. The kind, it seemed to Beck, who followed the motto, ‘There’s something wrong if there’s nothing wrong.’
“I need you in northern New Jersey as quickly as possible.”
Beck checked his rearview mirror, then eased onto the road again to search for the first available U-turn.
“Something’s happening, I assume?”
“Seven deaths, all in the town of Ramsey. Two of the dead are police officers, so the news media already has it and is running with it.”
Beck shivered. Could a problem exist that wasn’t made forty times worse because of the media’s love for scaring the hell out of everyone?
“Well, that should help keep things under control.”
“Tell me about it.”
“What do we know so far?”
“The victims were covered with large pustules from head to toe and exhibited symptoms of extreme delirium. It also appears they had extensive subcutaneous bleeding.”
“Pustules and subcutaneous bleeding?”
“That’s right. The first autopsy report says there was dissolution of everything from the mucous membranes to the GI tract, with heavy bleeding into the lungs, out the mouth, everywhere. It was as if the organs melted like ice cream.”
Beck found an exit ramp and changed sides, heading south now.
Abbott said, “It almost sounds … smallpox-esque, doesn’t it?”
Beck nodded. “That’s what I first thought when you mentioned the pustules, but … do we even know if the agent is viral and not bacterial?”
“It’s viral. That’s been confirmed from samples.”
“Aren’t the pustules and the subcutaneous bleeding symptoms of two different forms of smallpox?” Porter asked.
“Yes. The pustules are symptomatic of the common form, and the internal bleeding is an indicator of … what?”
“The hemorrhagic form. The nasty one.”
“Correct. Very good.”
Hemorrhagic smallpox was one of the most horrific diseases imaginable. Unlike the more common form of smallpox, the hemorrhagic variety featured minimal manifestations on the outside of the body, such as dark papules. Instead, most of the damage is subcutaneous. Internal bleeding will occur first in the mucous membranes and gastrointestinal tract, but can also affect the spleen, kidneys, liver, bladder, and reproductive organs. Sometimes the whites of the eyes also turn a deep red. Hemorrhagic smallpox mostly affects adults and is nearly always fatal.
“I don’t know of any cases where both symptoms occurred together,” Beck said, “so my gut tells me this is something different. Sheila, are any other CDC people on the ground?”
“No, but Ben Gillette is waiting for you at Valley Hospital in Ridgewood. They’ve moved all the bodies there.”
Gillette was one of New Jersey’s county epidemiologists, and Beck knew him from the University of North Carolina. He was a quality guy, in Beck’s estimation, serious and focused and thoroughly professional. One of his favorite memories of their college days was the time he had to pick up Ben from the Chapel Hill police station after he was arrested for stealing street signs. Gillette’s girlfriend had dumped him for one of the university’s wrestling studs, and he responded with a night of binge drinking and driving around in his ’74 Corvette with a pair of Vise-Grips.
“I know you’re a long way from your home in Seattle, but I need you to do this. Along with everything else, you need to be my eyes and ears on the ground.”
“Not a problem. What about autopsies?”
“They’ve done some and are doing more now. I’ll send the information as I get it.”
“Okay. We’ll be there shortly.”
“Please call and let me know what’s happening. New Jersey’s governor is crawling out of his skin.”
“I would imagine. What’s the latest—?”
During the ensuing silence, Beck said softly to Porter, “Use the GPS on your iPhone to figure out the route.” She nodded and dug the unit out of her black leather bag, which had a small plastic skull dangling from one of the metal loops.
“That was Ben. Three more deaths have just been reported, same symptoms, and it looks as though six other people are in various stages of the infection.”
“This looks like it could be something, so get moving.”
“We’re moving,” Beck said, pressing the gas as he weaved through the early afternoon traffic.
“And keep me updated.”
Copyright © 2012 by Wil Mara
Meet the Author
Wil Mara is the award-winning novelist of the 2005 disaster thriller Wave, as well as many other titles for variety of audiences. The Gemini Virus is the second book in the disaster series, with several more stories currently in development.
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Aside from being a pretty good Texas Hold-Em Tournament player, Wil Mara writes an excellent disaster novel. Wil and I met at Bally's poker room a few years ago and wound up splitting the pot that day with a few other players. I found Wil to be an affable guy and I wound up buying a copy of his first disaster novel, Wave, about a tsunami that hits Long Beach Island. That was a great story and I found his writing style to be very readable and compelling. Since then, I've been asking when the next "disaster" novel would be released. Well, that time is finally here and the book is called The Gemini Virus. It all begins in Ramsey, NJ where normally healthy Bob Easton wakes from a deep sleep with a fever, and within 4 days, Bob is no longer among the living. Mara is a fine story-teller with an eye for detail. Simple stuff, like when decribing Bob's wife, "Bernice, in the baby blue nightgown that Easton thought of as part of the Golden Girls collection." Before his death, Bob manages to infect a number of others and the descriptions of the symptoms grow increasing gruesome. You'll definitely need a strong constitution, especially in the early chapters. There's even a scene where the virus is being passed around Bally's in A.C. (An aside to Wil: Suddenly, I'm in no hurry to go back). What started the virus? Where did it come from? With thousands already dead and many more infected the prospect of the CDC and WHO finding a cure or controlling the outbreak are bleak. "It could take millions and developing a vaccine could take years." More than a few cringe-worthy moments. A well researched, yet clean read that will keep you up at night and guessing right till the end. Available from a wide variety of sources as a Hardcover, Digital Audio or e-book. Well worth a read or listen.
Forget it. Its like a play. Im fuqin u and u should like it.
I absolutely loved this book! The character descriptions and dialogue made a real connection with me and I felt for these people. I had just started substitute teaching as I was in the midst of the book, and the thought of contagions in the air and on every surface was a real concern...The Gemini Virus only exaggerated those concerns. I washed my hands *all the time*! There were definitely some nasty descriptions of what happened to these poor people after they became sick, but these descriptions are necessary, making the read very realistic, and only pull you more into the story. A must read...but keep soap and warm water nearby.
I have always been drawn to medical thrillers, so the The Gemini Virus is right up my alley. As someone who catches everything, I am relieved that this book is fiction because I wouldn’t stand a chance. I read it in two days and can’t remember the last time I had the desire or the time to get lost in a book. From page one, I was hooked and couldn’t put the book down. Connecting with the authentic characters, I felt a loss for each person who died. The graphic descriptions captured my attention, but I was most intrigued by the psychological effects the virus had on its victims. Since it’s a believable scenario, I could feel the panic that engulfed the characters. As a resident of northern Jersey, it was neat to read about real locations, some of which I frequent often. Now, when I am food shopping, I can’t help but think of Bob Easton, a character who spread the deadly disease while purchasing medicine at the supermarket. Wil Mara’s book is a real page turner from start to finish, with a twist and a clever ending. Sad that the book is over, I hope Dr. Beck’s next crisis is in the works. I am eager to read more! If you are looking for a spine-tingling medical thriller, then I highly recommend the The Gemini Virus!