“Ifo was the size of a small city, and what it lacked in traffic lights, it made up for in other ways. Corpse-trucks were everywhere, soldiers blocking off the roads as drivers sped the infected remains out of camp. A trio of Red Cross trucks had just arrived, and anyone who could walk was out on the roads, trying to be first in line.
A large group of refugees, brawling over a butchered goat. The fracas had spilled out to block Felix’s way. Soldiers rushed forward, firing M16s into the air. Cursing, Felix put the pick-up into reverse, took another path.
It was just under two miles, but it took Felix almost forty minutes to drive across Ifo. He felt every second, bristled at every pointless delay. His people were dead or dying, and here he was, in a stolen vehicle and playing at spies.
Felix pulled up in front of the weatherboard clinic, left the engine running. The moment he stepped out, he knew that something was wrong.
Apart from the quiet ticking of the pick-up, there was no noise, no movement. The adjacent tent-suburb was eerily quiet, with no coughing, no sign of life. Either the disease had wiped out everyone, or the refugees had the good sense to go to ground.
No soldiers lounging against the front wall of his clinic. The mosquito netting across the doorway was torn down, hanging by one nail now.
Then he saw it, lying just before the door-step. A brass bullet-casing, alone in the dirt.”
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Dadaab, Kenya. The UN aid programs have been hijacked from within. People are dying from a preventable disease. A doctor stumbles across a statistical anomaly, one that puts his life in peril.
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