Eclipse of the Dead のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

It was a typical morning when I first noticed the news reports. The kind of day where you have your coffee, sit down at your desk, and brace yourself for a full day of research. Nothing extraordinary. The university was buzzing, my students were chattering in the hallways, and I was buried in my work—like any other day. But when the first report came in about a strange fever spreading across the world, I didn’t think much of it. Viruses emerge all the time, don’t they? The usual panic and precaution followed. Was it something serious? Maybe. But we were all too busy with our own lives to think it was anything world-altering.The virus started in a remote region, a small village somewhere in Southeast Asia. At first, the cases were isolated—doctors reported that patients were experiencing extreme fevers, nausea, headaches, and muscle convulsions. “Probably just another strain of flu,” we all said. I remember the news reports running through my head as I read the medical journals on my

The days began to blur together as the fever continued its rampage across the globe. People I once knew, friends, colleagues, neighbors—none of them were safe. It was a silent and unforgiving plague, claiming life after life, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. The world I had once known, orderly and predictable, had been reduced to chaos. And yet, here I was, still untouched by the fever, my immunity somehow providing me with the smallest sliver of hope.But as I sat in the sterile, cold lab at the military research facility, I couldn’t help but wonder about the rest of the world, about the people who were fighting back—those who still had a stake in survival. Ethan Cole, the man leading the charge on the front lines, had crossed my mind more than once. I’d heard his name mentioned in countless briefings and reports, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. A rising star in the military, a man of action, someone who could rally the troops and lead them with unshakable

The survivors’ shelter wasn’t far from the military base—a short walk through a narrow, barricaded road lined with barbed wire and overturned vehicles. The shelter itself was a repurposed office building, its glass windows replaced with sheets of metal and its entrances fortified with makeshift barriers. The military base, just a few hundred meters away, was visible from the shelter’s rooftop.I had arrived at the shelter on foot, escorted by a group of soldiers. The trek wasn’t long, but the tension in the air made it feel endless. Every noise, every rustle of leaves or distant growl, set my nerves on edge. The soldiers carried their weapons close, their eyes scanning the area with practiced precision.When we finally reached the military base, I was ushered through its gates, where the world felt just a little less precarious. The base was a hub of controlled chaos. Soldiers moved in tight formations, trucks rolled in with supplies, and the faint hum of generators filled the air. Bu

The days had started to feel longer. Time had a strange way of blurring into one, especially when the hours were spent pouring over data that only seemed to get worse with each passing moment. I had known, deep down, that the virus was evolving. It wasn’t just mutating—it was adapting faster than any virus I’d ever studied. And now, with every test I ran, I could see that it was becoming more aggressive, more intelligent in its attacks.I sat hunched over my desk in the makeshift lab, my eyes scanning the data on the screen. The results were damning. The virus was no longer just attacking the body in the same way it had at the start of the outbreak. It had learned to fight back against the immune system more efficiently. Even worse, it seemed to be targeting specific areas of the brain, making its victims more aggressive and less human with each stage of infection.I ran my fingers through my hair, frustration building. How had it gotten this bad? How could we not have seen it coming?

The air felt heavier than usual as I climbed into the military vehicle. The engine roared to life, shaking the dust and dirt from the roads around us. We were on our way to a zone that had been deemed too dangerous for most—but it was the only place left where we could get the crucial sample I needed to understand the latest mutation of the virus.Ethan sat beside me, his gaze fixed ahead. There was a quiet tension about him, a focused energy that was hard to ignore. Despite the chaos that had surrounded us in the past weeks, Ethan remained calm, unwavering. But even I could see the strain in his posture—the way his jaw was tight, the subtle shift in his eyes whenever he spoke to his team. I had come to realize that Ethan had become something of an anchor, not just for his soldiers, but for me too.But today, that calm exterior wouldn’t be enough.“We’re heading into one of the most infected areas,” Ethan said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent