Serena POV Pain tore through my left arm like liquid fire, a agonizing, rhythmic throb that pulsed in sync with my racing heart. I grabbed a piece of heavy linen from the floor and wrapped it viciously around the puncture marks, pulling the knot tight with my teeth until the pressure made me gasp.Black ink-like veins were crawling slowly past my wrist, visible beneath my pale skin.> [PATHOGEN SPREADING RATE: 4.8% PER MINUTE]> The crimson warning text burned in the corner of my mind like a brand, but I forced the agony into a dark, locked corner of my consciousness.I am not dying here. Not yet.A cold, sickening realization began to coalesce out of the haze of panic. Marcus was my head of security, vetted personally, paid a fortune, and bound by contracts that guaranteed his family’s comfort for life. A man like that didn't just decide to commit suicide by opening the gates to a horde of the dead on a whim.He wasn't working alone. Someone had bought him. Someone had orchestrated
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