The world is ruined by the undead. Surviving is barely an option anymore.
Tommy is safe with a group called the "Dream Team." Until the twisted leader decides anyone under 18 is now a burden. Tommy is forced to flee his shelter, but not alone. His...
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Drista laid awake in her sleeping bag. She had been living with Niki for just about a month now. Though it felt like longer.
She lifted up her right arm, staring at the bandages she kept around it. The bite wound was healed, but it left a horrible scar. She didn't want to look at it. She often wondered how she was still alive, she was always told by her brother that a cure was impossible. But here she was, alive. She let her mind remember the day she got bit.
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After Wilbur had bitten her, Niki took her back to the main part of the bunker. She quickly got out a locked case of medical supplies. Drista remembered screaming and crying, expecting to die shortly after. Niki sprayed a homemade disinfectant on the area. Drista wasn't sure what was in it, but it burned like someone dripped lava onto her skin. She could still remember the pain.
After the area was clean, Niki got out a syringe. Drista watched her fill it with a mystery fluid. She found the strength to stand tall. "No! You're not doing anything else to me!"
Niki frowned "please, this is your only chance to survive now. Come on."
Drista couldn't believe the audacity. "You let him bite me! Why would you save me?! You're crazy!" She coughed through her tears.
Niki walked over slowly. "I know...but no one will willingly help me with these tests...let me save you, please. You could be the one."
Drista slowly backed into a wall, being cornered by Niki. She sniffled, not thinking she'd live to see her brother again. Finally she surrendered to Niki, feeling defeated. She mentally prepared for her own death, but the death didn't happen.
She made it through the first night with a mild fever. The next day, Niki gave her a shot of the same fluid. Her fever stayed, and she developed a feeling of weakness. Like she couldn't hold her own weight properly anymore. She felt like she was going to die, but Niki kept assuring her otherwise.
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