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Umberth College - Page 65 - "I'll have to explain things, huh?" - By Nightmare49 - Overview
Gina laughed, "No, no wait... Jen just relax... it's not like that at all!" She took another step toward Jen, who took a like step backward, this time falling to the floor.

Gina took a step backward. "Jen, you're all right! I'm not going to eat you. Wow, you really don't know, do you?" She shook her head, laughing to herself. "Jen, this is Umberth College. It's a school for 'gifted' kids, and cursed ones. The Untold Plague of '64. Man, where do I start?"

"You're not going to eat me?" Jen whimpered, looking up the way a Holstein does an oncoming freight train. Gina smiled and shook her head no. Jen, while relieved, was still too tense to say anything more for almost a minute. Finally, she asked, "What plague? Polio?"

Gina pulled out the desk chair and sat down, straddling the seat as if it were a saddle. "Not polio, Jen. That happened in the 50's. I'm talking 1964. Killed a thousand people. Infected hundreds of others. No clue what I'm talking about?"

"None." Jen replied. While still a bit shook up, the memory of a face pressing out of a girl's belly was being psychologically repressed, which made her feel better. She was already building up the walls needed to convince herself that she was just in a normal dorm room with a normal roommate.

"None." she repeated, swearing under her breath. "Alrighty then. I guess we should start at the beginning. In 1964, a mysterious virus swept through a small part of New Hampshire and part of Canada. In two weeks time, a hundred people died. In a month, it was more than a thousand, in the US alone."

"That's a lot of bodies," Jen swallowed, trying to hold the information in.

"That's the thing. There were no bodies," came Gina's retort, "A whole town, wiped off the map."

Jen couldn't resist asking, "What do you mean, no bodies?"

Gina leaned in, "That's the thing. This virus, it didn't attack people physically. It went after them chronologically! It messed with their age!"

"So, what? They died of old age?"

"Young age. People got 'younger'. All the way back past infancy. A few that first night even. Some were slower. Some died of exposure, reduced to a baby without anyone to care for them. It was a mess."

Any sane person would have dismissed this whole story as bunk. Fortunately for us, Jen's recent encounter with Ginnie and the face left her a little worse for wear, and she just nodded, accepting it as fact. "That's horrible." she simply stated.

"Enter Dr. Lady Umbert. A geneticist. She actually lost her son to the plague, even while she was working on a cure. A cure she found just days late."

"That's horrible." Jen repeated, to which Gina nodded again. "What does all this have to do with me?"

"Only everything!" Gina said, suddenly excited. "Her cure was a retrovirus. Yes, even back then. She was able to mutate the virus. For most folk, it slowed the virus almost to a standstill. For a few girls, it took another form. They were cured of the youthening, and became 'un-birthing' receptacles. Do you follow what I'm saying?"

Jen nodded, then shook her head. "Nope. What in the hell are you talking about?"

Gina scratched her head a moment before answering. "The retrovirus was slowed, changed from airborne to sexually contracted, but not stopped. People were still getting younger, just slower. Sometimes in spurts. For the few, well, their bodies adapted to fix the problem. We, meaning they, learned to open up and accept people into our bodies. We call it 'unbirthing'. An infected person is returned to their normal age by spending time inside the womb. My mom was one of those gifted with like that. So am I."

Jen could only blink at the information. A million questions were whizzing around in her head, but no doubts. Despite the insanely outlandish story, she believed. "So, it's like eternal life..." she started, her mind thinking of the possibilities.

Gina quelled them right away. "It's not like that, either. If they spend too long, and I'm talking days here, inside... well, things get complicated. If they don't spend enough time or do it too many times in a short time, they actually speed up the youthening process."

Jen still had questions.
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