NoWhere- WICKD isn't the last city the ledgend of Nowhere is true. NoWhere is a city bigger than Wickd's but it's run by the army and the remainder of the government. Its extremely hard to find and said to not really exist, but it does and is flying the healthy to Australia a country unaffected by the virus and the flare they also claim to have made a permanent cure and it doesn't cost lives. It's more of a myth than the Right Arm.

Dianna and Rhea are two very interesting characters. Doctor Rhea used to be a doctor for Wickd but left with the help of her best friend Dianna (a guard) when the killing became to much. Together they have discovered NoWhere, what will they do with this new found information, especially since bumping into Newt, Thomas, Fry, Brenda and Jorge, who happen to know Dianna's dear love intrest Gally.

WICKD isn't the biggest thing happening, it is but a blip on the radar, for the future brings salvation, and WICKD will have nothing to do with it.

Contrary to popular belief the day the world went to shit, wasn't any different than any other day. The sun shone high in the sky, the clouds were scarse and white, and the air smelled of spring and fresh grass, but those hulled up indoors, took no notice of this ordinarily nice day.

March 9th
Subject B14's body lay on a steel bed in the centre of Doctor Cece Martin's lab. It's skull had been cut open and the skin peeled back to reveal the blackened brain with in. Doctor Martin sat at her lab desk opposite the body taking a verbal log.

"Though the virus appears to move slowly from the outside, under closer inspection, the condition is significantly worse, then previouly believed." She said out loud as she verbally documented the subject, while looking at skin tissue samples through her microscope.

"The tissue of the skin seems to be deteriorating at a rapid pace, that resembling of Necrotizing Fasciitis, more commonly known as the flesh-eating disease. But the most interesting part yet is-" Ms. Martin continued as she switched out the glass slide for another.

"-that of the habitual blood activity. It seems that the Erythrocytes blood cells continue their usual job of transporting oxygen, but the Leukocytes cells are not excreting enough, Bilirubin causing the skin to discolour in an unnatural way. They are also not responding to the virus as a threat to the immune system and are letting it run it's course and instead attacking it's own compatriot cells. Its marvelous really." She said in wonder and fascination as she shook her head before looking back through the microscope.

"Though they continue to ingest dead cells and tissue matter. The Virus has succeeded in changing the characteristics of the blood cells, though not in the way we anticipated." She finished as she removed the glass slide and shifted to the other end of her desk on her rolling chair. Brain matter sat under another microscope ready for her assessment. She put her eye to it and using gloved hands, tweezers and a scalpel began her logging of the infected's brain.

"Subject B14's brain matter, now being processed. As earlier logged, the subjects brain matter is severely disconcerting even upon first glance. The Frontal Lobe of the brain has lost all connection and has become dormant beyond repair or recovery, stopping the subjects abbility to make wise, conscious decisions and to respond to reasoning and logic. The Temporal Lobe is also beyond recovery, disabling the subjects memory, speech and sense of smell. When Subject B14 was still....alive, he showed no signs, at all, of the man he once was, becoming erratic and uncontrollable."

"The subjects Hypothalamus seems to be thriving under the virus' conquest, making the Subject extremely hungry, constantly. A highly unforeseen result of Project X's Virus, yet interesting, non the less." A small scraping noise met her ears. The Doctor halted a moment, and turned in her chair to glance back at the body on the steel table and the sterile room around her, glancing at the open doorway to see no one in the hallway beyond. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She shrugged unbothered and turned back around to continue her work.

"Strain B14 of Project X, designed to cut off all brain function, has only partly succeeded, therefore, can only be labled as unsuccessful." Ms. Martin concluded as she pulled her glasses from her face and leaned back in her chair. The scrapping noise sounded again. She swiveled in her chair, her brow creasing as she once again found no source. She stood from her chair, grabbed her glasses putting them back on, and walked over to the edge of the steel table that held Subject B14. She looked down at the mans face in curiosity. Her brows furrowed further as she leaned down and put her ear beside his mouth, halted in silence, listening. There was nothing for a few moments, but just as she made to pull away he inhaled softly. Doctor Martin's eyes shot open wide. Suddenly the subject leaned up and sunk his teeth into her ear, gripping her hair. Cece Martin screamed in agony and fear as she tried to pull away and fell to the floor, Subject B14 following.

Men and woman in lab coats, and security members were suddenly rushing into the room as Subject B14 successfully sunk its teeth into her cheek as well. A security guard ripped the crazy beast from the doctor as he took a chunk of her face, and her left ear, with him.

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2 Weeks Later, March 23rd
"Due to the dutiful work of my scientist we have developed a vaccine to help provent Cancer and suggest that every able bodied adult get it to ensure their future, and the future of our children. Please, be the first to recieve the free vaccine." The CEO of LiveCon stepped away from the podium as the crowd of reporters and citizens clapped. Doctor Cece Martin stood from her seat behind him, a large bandage taped across her face, her ear gone and her face stitched up.

"Sir, I don't think this is a good idea. You realise you are dooming the entire world if you do this." Cece said in hushed tones as she watched the growing group of people already vaccinated, take their leave, not knowing they had doomed mankind.

"I sure hope so." He said back as he motioned past her. Two security guards came up behind her and gripped her arms, dragging her away as she tried to squirm from their grip. From that day on Cece Martin, would never be heard from again, and the Virus she had created would forever more be known as the Flare.