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As if on cue, a strange gurgling sound comes from Sara's lips, followed by an inhuman moan. When I look at her, my stomach turns and, for the second time today, I find myself on the verge of throwing up.

Sara's skin turned pale and unhealthy, full of dark, diseased veins. Her eyes grew dull and bleary, and a trickle of saliva hung from her chin.

"Sara!" I cry, but she doesn't seem to hear me.

She has already become an irrational beta version.

The Doctor. Lucian sticks his tongue behind his mask.

"Well, that's...disappointing," he mutters. “I was sure Sara exhibited all the appropriate characteristics for the omega mutation. Oh well, even I make mistakes sometimes. What a waste."

Tears blur my vision as I pull away. To bring an innocent woman here into the zone and turn her into a zombie being like that is beyond evil. It is a fate worse than death. And everything that bastard Dr. Lucian has to say is that it's "disappointing".

I steeled my nerves, hoping to fall into the same mindless