Dorian Scott Cole

Nowhere Man Dorian Scott Cole

A terrifying condition prompts a chase through fear, real medical science, time, mysticism, and the unknown, as it takes over a city. Martin stood on the top of the hospital and looked over the edge at the chaos in the street below. He wondered how life could possibly turn so crazy so fast. A month ago he had a thriving psychiatric practice at this hospital and would have liked a small challenge. Small. Today he had a pandemic that was scaring the life out of people. The state government packed up and left town. Most of the hospital staff was gone. His wife left him. Those affected experienced time distortion and terror, and a huge number were now in a medically induced coma, warehoused throughout the city like zombies. The CDC accomplished nothing but to come down with the condition. A steady parade of people in tinfoil hats came to his office to offer their diagnosis. Maybe they were right. The condition was kicking everyone's butt and he had no idea what it was. They said it came from outer space or was initiating the end of the world. He had even tried to understand the relationship with time distortion and with mysterious drugs. People were going insane just thinking about the condition. Some had dug up graves and burned bodies. The press was being an unruly beast. The National Guard was preventing anyone or anything from coming in or out. At the rapid rate of spread, everyone around him was going to experience the terrors and die. And then it was going to consume the entire state. And then ....