Pandemic

Alan Thurston was an immunologist at Midwestern University Medical School. Like most men in the teaching trade, he also had a research project. If it worked out, he\'d be one of the great names in medicine; like Jenner, Pasteur, and Salk.

But it didn\'t work. Quite the opposite . . . he created a disease the ravaged the human race.

This special illustrated edition now includes original drawings from Barberis.

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\"We call it Thurston\'s Disease for two perfectly good reasons,\" Dr. Walter Kramer said. \"He discovered it?and he was the first to die of it.\" The doctor fumbled fruitlessly through the pockets of his lab coat. \"Now where the devil did I put those matches?\"

\"Are these what you\'re looking for?\" the trim blonde in the gray seersucker uniform asked. She picked a small box of wooden safety matches from the littered lab table beside her and handed them to him.

\"Ah,\" Kramer said. \"Thanks. Things have a habit of getting lost around here.\"

\"I can believe that,\" she said as she eyed the frenzied disorder around her. Her boss wasn\'t much better than his laboratory, she decided as she watched him strike a match against the side of the box .