I stared at the vial of vaccine in my hand, feeling a sense of pride and responsibility. It was the only thing standing between the world and a zombie apocalypse. I had already saved a few people, but I knew it was just a drop in the bucket.
One of the other survivors, a young woman, spoke up. "They're... changing. Their bodies are... shifting. It's like they're becoming something else."
The old man looked at me expectantly. "Can you help them?" I stared at the vial of vaccine in
The old man nodded grimly. "We have a few people who have been bitten. They're...different. Not quite zombies, but not quite human either."
I felt a chill run down my spine. This was something I hadn't anticipated. My vaccine was designed to prevent infection, not cure it. One of the other survivors, a young woman, spoke up
The survivor, a grizzled old man, eyed me warily. "We've heard of your vaccine. It works, but it's not a cure-all. What about the people who are already infected?"
As I walked through the deserted streets, I noticed that the zombies were getting more and more aggressive. They were no longer just shambling along, but were actually moving with a purpose. It was as if they were being drawn to something. Their bodies are
I frowned. "What do you mean?"