One Of Them

One Of Them

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2028. 2 years after the end of the world. Millions of infected still roam the land, and those who mutated inhabit the water. A viable cure? Nowhere in sight. The government has been experimenting on survivors that health organizations had tricked into participating under the guise that nobody would be hurt - simply saved in due time. It was obviously a lie, but everyone was too desperate to realize.. Until it was too late. The experiments have only caused further mutation, yet with that came a type of eerie intelligence. Human-like communication abilities that spark a bit of trust in the untouched survivors when met by the experimentees. They move in sync with the infected hoards as not to raise suspicion and be killed by their monstrous counterparts. They learn as they go. They evolve, not mutate. Yet, though intelligent, no one truly knows if they can be fully trusted - and no survivor has let them live long enough to find out.. Until now. Devani, her dog Zero, and Alex - a survivor met months before - search for new supplies, better shelter, and other survivors. On a route rarely traveled by others, a large hoard roams. Devani and her found family take this route regularly as it's what they know best. On a seemingly-normal scavenge, they're met with the dense hoard. Yet, this time, something is different. They'd seen, fought, and even killed many infected groups before - but something about this one seemed.. Off. One of the grumbling creatures didn't act like the rest. It's movements were jerky, yet it seemed almost like an act. A desperate act to blend in. As the hoard trudges further, Devani can't help but wonder.. What is that thing? Why does it seem different? And why, when she looks at it, does she feel a sense of unsettling calm? Her questions will be met- Yes, with an answer, but also with even more questions than she'd ever want to bargain for. Stalk through the streets with this unlikely trio, and find out if maybe.. Just maybe.. There may come a fourth.
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