Edward was fast asleep when he received a distressing call about the virus outbreak at Gyang Pack. He stood up to watch the live reports on the TV. He was deeply pained and filled with emotion as he saw hundreds of youths being taken into ambulances for medical care. Quickly, he picked up his phone to call Gerald, but an unknown number called instead."Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Edward?" the caller said when he picked up."Yes, and who am I speaking with?" Edward asked."I'm Dr. Stephen from the government specialist hospital. We have a very serious issue that we want you to see. I know it's late, but please, we would appreciate it if you could come to the hospital immediately.""This is about the virus outbreak at Gyang Pack, right?" Edward asked."Yes, sir.""Okay, I’m on my way," Edward replied. It was past 11 p.m., but he couldn’t sleep anymore. He quickly changed out of his nightwear, threw on some clothes, and dashed out of the house.He drove out of his estate to the governmen
"Donald was right. This is a new virus," Edward proclaimed. Quickly, he flipped through the pages to read more information about the virus.**[[ Properties of the virus ]]** - **Airborne** - **Killing strategy**: convulsing, blood coating, changing of retina eye color. - **Cure**: Virus depressants mixed with penicillin, sodium hypochlorite, hydrogen peroxide, and black wood leaves. The black wood leaves are the key ingredient and can’t be substituted with anything else.Edward was familiar with all properties for the cure except the black wood leaves. He had never heard of it before in his medical career. He took out his phone and googled "black wood leaves."The black wood leaves were a famous herb used in the 19th century BC by ancient Mesopotamians. They had healing properties and were a primary plant for spiritual meditation, as they helped transport the soul to the spiritual realms with ease. The herb was destroyed during the Great War that led to the Renaissance, and the
**THE NEXT DAY**Following the press interview Edward held with the president and his associates, the security forces decided to embark on a thorough investigation into what really happened in Gyang Park two nights ago. The world was currently under lockdown, with only medical and security teams permitted to work. The "stay-at-home" policy was taken seriously—so strict that no one was allowed to leave their homes, not even to get food. The government provided workers to deliver food to citizens’ homes. All they had to do was log in to the government website and place an order.Gyang Park had CCTV cameras at every corner, so the investigation wouldn't be too challenging. If anything suspicious had actually occurred that night, it would be caught on camera.At police headquarters, security agents were in the monitoring room, busy at their computers, watching the CCTV footage from that night. A man dressed in formal attire stood behind them, waiting."Y'all haven’t found anything yet?" t
"It was claimed that the Great War in ancient Mesopotamia destroyed the Blackwood leaves. Since then, no one has felt its power," Edward said as they entered the room and settled. Donald chuckled at his words."Hahaha. Who's feeding you this information?" he asked."That's what I read on the Internet," he replied."That's not true. Yes, the Blackwood leaves are from ancient Mesopotamia, but that doesn't mean all of them were destroyed. The leaves still exist. They just put things like that on the Internet to deceive the younger generations and keep them from searching for it. Give me a second." Donald stood up, went over to the shelf, and returned a moment later holding a magazine in his hand."You know this place?" He tossed the magazine in front of Edward as he settled back in his seat. Edward picked it up and read the words."The Great Walls of Kanuri Kingdom. West Africa? I haven’t heard of it. What’s this place all about?""Well, this is where the Blackwood leaves are situated. T
The moment the investigation team confirmed the death of Dennis Rodman, they quickly exited the investigation room and ran to the emergency ward for medical attention."We need an emergency check-up immediately," the inspector said as he entered with his team. A female police doctor, who was alone in the lab running an autopsy, quickly suspended her work to attend to them."What is it?" she asked, turning to them."The suspect, Dennis Rodman, passed out during investigation, and we suspect it's the Kira Virus," the inspector said, panting."Did you by any means use force to make him talk?""No, we didn’t lay a hand on him. He passed out mysteriously," the inspector replied immediately."Okay, go and sit over there, please, and maintain social distance amongst yourselves," she instructed, and the five of them obeyed.She quickly put on a protective kit that covered her entire body to ensure her safety in making contact with them. Then, she picked up a syringe to take their blood sample
The drive from the airport was smooth. Edward got a glimpse of the beautiful city in Africa. The towering buildings, skyscrapers, and exotic cars along the way created a fascinating view. Africa looked stunning. However, these beautiful sights gradually began to fade as they neared their destination.A couple of hours later, the cab arrived at Kanuri Kingdom. "Welcome to Kanuri Kingdom," the cab driver said to Edward.The first place they passed was the village market. People were busy going about their daily lives, trading and interacting with one another. Though it was already evening and getting dark, the market was still bustling, as if the day had just begun. The vibrant African culture was evident in the way everyone interacted. It was nothing like Ashville, where people mostly kept to themselves."Thank you," Edward replied, his attention still focused outside the window, observing everything.The roads became rough, with the driver encountering many potholes as they made thei
As early as 8 a.m., Edward was up. He walked into the bathroom to have a bath, then returned to the room to start dressing. Today, he was leaving for his first adventure in searching for blackwood leaves. He saw it as an adventure, imagining the risks he was taking to find them.He wondered how he had woken up on his own without hearing a knock from a waiter. Hotels in Ashville would usually bring breakfast to the room at 7 a.m. sharp, and dinner every night, but it seemed things were different here. Maybe it was just a place to sleep over and nothing more.A few minutes later, he finished dressing, picked up the things he’d need, put them in his bag, and headed out.“Good morning, sir,” the female receptionist greeted him as he appeared.“Good morning. I’m heading out,” Edward said, handing her his key.“This early? What about breakfast?” she asked.“Well, no one served me breakfast,” he replied.“Oh, sorry, sir. I can go get it for you if you want. You just need to give me money and
Seeing the angry youths surrounding him, Edward began to tremble in fear. He knew he had been busted, but what he couldn't fathom was where all these youths had come from. This place was isolated just a few minutes ago. How come there were a hundred people here already?"Who are you?" one of the youths asked, his head covered with a red beret. He was the leader of the group, standing in the middle of them."I... I... I—""Speak, or we’ll slit your throat, foreigner. Who are you, and what are you doing in our secret temple?" he asked again, this time raising his cutlass as the rest did the same.Edward was confused about what to say. He knew that revealing his true purpose could get him killed or thrown in prison, just as Donald had warned him. He had to come up with a believable lie to clear his name."I—I’m sorry. I'm a tourist who came to explore this place. I have no bad intentions at heart," he said, faking a smile. The youths exchanged glances, communicating in their local dialec
"Has your dad ever had any disagreements with someone in his office?" Edward questioned suspiciously. Muktar went into a quick thought before he replied. "Well, the one I can think of is with Officer Basit, and that's his PA." "You mean the same PA who came into the office when he slumped?" Edward asked. "Yes, that's him. They had a little disagreement, which my dad talked about, but they were cool. My dad never saw him as a threat, and I don't think he is." "Your dad not seeing him as a threat doesn't mean it wasn't the case for him. He might have seen your dad as a threat to his own plans. Well, I don’t think there’s much to be done now. He’s been buried already without an autopsy result," Edward said. "Yeah, you're right," Muktar replied, seeming sober. "Don’t worry, bro. It’s all in the past. I’m glad you’re out of prison, and most glad you were the one who pulled the trigger on your uncle. It would have been a different story by now." "Yeah, and all thanks to you. I
"What do you mean? Are you serious?" Muktar said as he took the paper, his eyes fixed on it. He was surprised. That same surprise could be found on Edward's face too. They both quickly read the content on the paper and saw it was a fine of 5,000 rands for each of them. Amidst the shock, the prisoners also congratulated Muktar for his freedom. "Let's go discuss outside," Inspector Haske said, and they all walked out of the prison. They got to the police interrogation room, where they saw a man with dreaded hair seated, his hands cuffed. Upon seeing the guy, Muktar shouted at the top of his voice, "That's him! That's the guy who shot at the couples!" He said angrily. That moment, he felt like he should rush the guy and strangle him to death but he restrained himself. Edward and Muktar moved forward to the counter, where Edward paid a whopping sum of 10,000 rands for his and Muktar's bail. After that, they were given their belongings held by the police, and they finally left th
Edward was escorted out of the field towards the police counter, where he reached for his wallet, brought out some cash, and handed it to the inspector. "Now, can I have medical aid?" he asked, watching as Haske smiled while receiving the money. Edward was taken to the medical center, where the doctor attended to him. There, he discovered that some people actually bribed their way out of hard labor in prison. Had he known earlier, he would have paid and remained in the cell while the rest endured the labor. Somehow, he still felt pity for the other prisoners. He stayed in the medical center until nightfall and was then returned to the prison. Upon entering the prison, he noticed that half the prisoners were asleep, while those awake were leaning weakly against the wall, including Muktar. At the sight of Edward, Muktar quickly stood up and approached him. "Hey, how's your leg?" he asked. "It's fairly okay. I can see y'all are tired." "Yes, the work today was tedious. We w
"But he said he broke into his uncle's house. So, who exactly were the people killed?" Edward asked."Well, he didn’t lie. The people killed were his uncle's son and his wife, who still lived with his father. It’s reported that he tried to escape after the shooting, but he was caught by a local vigilante on duty that night and handed over to the police.""So, does that mean there’s no way to help him out?""There’s a way. From what was stated here, he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger. And the person killed is also a wanted criminal. If we can locate the person who did it, we might be able to set him free.""And how can we find that person?""The vigilante knows who they are, and he’s hiding somewhere. If we offer him a reasonable amount, he might expose the real shooter, and your friend can go free.""And how much would that take?" Edward asked."Just 300 rands," the barrister replied."Done. Just make sure you get me out of here first, then we can deal with his case." After gat
"How do you mean I can get out of here with money?" Edward asked."Because you are in a corrupt system. With money, you wouldn’t even need a lawyer. Just pay the police, and they’ll let you go, though under some conditions which I can help you with. I can help you get free, you know?" Muktar said, and Edward narrowed his eyes at him."You can help me out of here? But what about you, though? If you have the power, why are you still in here?" Edward asked, and Muktar smiled."Mine is a long story... I was actually convicted of a crime I was guilty of and sentenced to 20 years imprisonment," Muktar said."Tell me what you did. I want to hear it," Edward asked.Muktar explained how he was convicted for robbing an old man in the village because of money. According to him, the old man was an uncle who had illegally taken his dad's wealth when his dad passed. He reported the case to the police but didn’t get justice because the man bribed the police. Then, he decided to take matters into his
They arrived at the prison yard some minutes later, and Edward was taken to a particular office in the prison center. In the office, the people who had brought him explained something to the officers in their language, which he couldn’t understand. Afterwards, he was stripped of his clothes and taken to a prison cell with just his boxers on.Edward was surprised at the way they handled him. They didn’t even hear his side of the story, let alone give him the chance to get a lawyer. In his prison cell, there were about a hundred people. Amongst them, Edward stood out. His skin color, hair, and everything about him was different. The prisoners stared at him like an outcast, communicating with each other and laughing. He knew they were gossiping about him. Some tried speaking to him, but he couldn’t grasp what they were saying since they spoke in their language.There was limited space in the prison. It was small and stank awfully. In the cell, they defecated and urinated on the bare floo
Seeing the angry youths surrounding him, Edward began to tremble in fear. He knew he had been busted, but what he couldn't fathom was where all these youths had come from. This place was isolated just a few minutes ago. How come there were a hundred people here already?"Who are you?" one of the youths asked, his head covered with a red beret. He was the leader of the group, standing in the middle of them."I... I... I—""Speak, or we’ll slit your throat, foreigner. Who are you, and what are you doing in our secret temple?" he asked again, this time raising his cutlass as the rest did the same.Edward was confused about what to say. He knew that revealing his true purpose could get him killed or thrown in prison, just as Donald had warned him. He had to come up with a believable lie to clear his name."I—I’m sorry. I'm a tourist who came to explore this place. I have no bad intentions at heart," he said, faking a smile. The youths exchanged glances, communicating in their local dialec
As early as 8 a.m., Edward was up. He walked into the bathroom to have a bath, then returned to the room to start dressing. Today, he was leaving for his first adventure in searching for blackwood leaves. He saw it as an adventure, imagining the risks he was taking to find them.He wondered how he had woken up on his own without hearing a knock from a waiter. Hotels in Ashville would usually bring breakfast to the room at 7 a.m. sharp, and dinner every night, but it seemed things were different here. Maybe it was just a place to sleep over and nothing more.A few minutes later, he finished dressing, picked up the things he’d need, put them in his bag, and headed out.“Good morning, sir,” the female receptionist greeted him as he appeared.“Good morning. I’m heading out,” Edward said, handing her his key.“This early? What about breakfast?” she asked.“Well, no one served me breakfast,” he replied.“Oh, sorry, sir. I can go get it for you if you want. You just need to give me money and
The drive from the airport was smooth. Edward got a glimpse of the beautiful city in Africa. The towering buildings, skyscrapers, and exotic cars along the way created a fascinating view. Africa looked stunning. However, these beautiful sights gradually began to fade as they neared their destination.A couple of hours later, the cab arrived at Kanuri Kingdom. "Welcome to Kanuri Kingdom," the cab driver said to Edward.The first place they passed was the village market. People were busy going about their daily lives, trading and interacting with one another. Though it was already evening and getting dark, the market was still bustling, as if the day had just begun. The vibrant African culture was evident in the way everyone interacted. It was nothing like Ashville, where people mostly kept to themselves."Thank you," Edward replied, his attention still focused outside the window, observing everything.The roads became rough, with the driver encountering many potholes as they made thei