Détection du virus Ebola (document en anglais)

A round sunset, the landed at an airstrip near a Zande village. The pilots were too scared to get out of the plane. It was getting dark, and the pilots decided to spend the night in the cockpit, sitting on the airstrip. They warned McCormick they would leave the next morning at sunrise. He had until dawn to find the virus.

McCormick shouldered his backpack and walked into the village, looking for Ebola. He arrived at a much hut. Villagers stood around the hut, but they wouldn't go inside. He heard sounds of humans agony. A dark doorway led inside. He couldn't see into the hut but knew that Ebola was in there. He asked the crowd if anyone had a light, and someone brought him a lantern. Holding the lantern in front of him, he entered the hut.

He would never forget the sight. The first thing he saw was a number of red eyes staring at him. The air inside the hut reeked of blood. People lay on straw mats on the floor. Some were having convulsions -- the final phase, as death sets in. Others had gone into terminal comas, and were motionless and bleeding out. The hut was a hot zone.

He opened his backpack and fished out rubber gloves, a paper surgical gown, a paper surgical mask, and paper boots to cover his shoes. After he had dressed himself, he laid out his blood tubes and syringes on a mat. Then he began drawing blood from people. He worked all night in the hut on his knees, collecting blood samples and taking care of the victims as best he could. His knees became stained with blood.

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