The Fallen.

I never used to watch horror movies. Now I'm living in one.You might think surviving a zombie apocalypse came about through sheerluck or because I latched onto a group of big, bad men to keep me safe,but that wasn't how it happened. It was all thanks to the careful plottingand planning I did in the early stages—and the fact that I'd never believedin the concept that ignorance is bliss. How could anyone be happy notknowing important details that had the power to change the course oftheir life? These days, it only had the potential to make you dead.Years ago, I paid close attention to how people reacted to each Covidvariant as it spread across the globe. The first wave brought panic andchaos. Face masks, restrictions, lockdowns. Millions of tragic deaths.The second wave generated less concern and more complacency. We’dbeen through the worst and survived, so there was nothing more to fear,right?The third wave? We were almost back to normal, and no one seemed tooaffected by the fear the media worked so hard to generate. Everybody justwent through the motions and trusted it would all turn out fine. And it did.Thanks to global warming, three years later a 50,000-year-old cluster ofmicrobes previously trapped in a glacier escaped into the atmosphere.When those microbes became infectious pathogens, I didn’t even see theinitial rush for toilet paper that came when COVID-19 first hit the news.No panic. No fear.