The Bloodline Outbreak
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It was supposed to be humanity's miracle. The Regenerative Genetic Nanotherapy or the Project RE:GENA is a cure designed by Dr. Severin Vale to end COVID forever. One shot, and the body would rebuild itself-stronger, faster, and untouchable. But the miracle got twisted. Cells regenerated out of control. Veins burned green. Minds shattered. The cured became something else-something hungry.
Redford City was the starting point. In less than an hour, streets became silent and hospitals became slaughterhouses. The virus did more than just kill. Life was rewritten by it. Now that the Earth is in danger of going extinct, the reality that RE:GENA was not a solution reverberates through the wreckage. But it was the start of an uncertain conclusion.
How far would you go to survive when the cure itself becomes the nightmare?
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