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Chapter 3 I really hate myself for being soft-hearted. This foolish character of mine will get me in danger someday, I should not worry about others in this time I carry the little thing called my brother in my arms, the brat keep on resisting I got irritated so I throw him to the ground. A little kid that does not know how to be thankful should be eaten by the infected. I'm already helping you, little things but you aren’t grateful! I want to say those things but this tongue is useless

“Oh, God, help me!” These were not simply monsters—they were an infection. More infected crewmen approached from either end of the hallway, blocking our path. Alkin and Ezekiel were cutting through as many as they could, but the infected outnumbered us greatly. An infected man limped towards me, his throbbing flesh covered in what looked like teeth.

“Let me see those muscles.” “Alright, Ben. You’re up,” said Haldir as he motioned with his hand. When Ben took the knife in his hand, the ancient writing carved into the side glowed gold in his hand as the raspy voice spoke inside his head in the old language. “What the hell’s that?” Haldir crossed his arms and pulled on his beard as he shook his head. “Is it speaking to you?” Ben glanced to the ground as he struggled to listen to the distant voice. “Yeah. Little good it does, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.”

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her. “What's so cool about that? Is it that so cool to be dead after being bitten by that thing. And besides, don't listen such a false news. There is no such thing exist. You're probably crazy.” I shook my head. She really need some help with her mental health. By the way, she's Elisa. My closest friend. “Didn't you hear the news that the woman had a bite on her neck?” She asked. So what? I don't believe that.

"You always choose the tragic ending." He plunges a blade into the Hunter's core. --- **The Hollowing** The courtroom shatters. We crash back into the tower, the Hunter convulsing as black veins spread from the wound. The Apostle watches, fascinated. "The Seed's fighting the infection. Will it purge him... or itself?" Veyra drags me back. "We need to go. *Now.*" The Hunter's form destabilizes, roots erupting to spear the Apostle. ***Take her... to the Node's heart...***

Marseille, France (June 2019) The Infected hissed, its deformed form dangling in front of Minho. The stench of blood and rotten flesh wafted in with the breeze coming in through the open window. Minho cringed, cursing the human senses lent to him. He aimed his arrow towards the monster. Sensing the impending shot coming its way, The Infected twisted its body to the side, swinging across the ceiling from one side of the room to another. Minho kept his hands steady, maintaining his target. He released the arrow, and The Infected screeched as its shoulder burst into flames. Its cries were mournful, reminding Minho of a wailing child. He wondered how old the creature was before it got turned.

CHAPTER 20 HUNT’S POV “Um, excuse me.” Ally cleared her throat, shattering the tension in the hall. I pinned her with a hard stare. She smiled weakly and lifted the cloth in her trembling hand. “My hand… is getting tired, Lycan.” I opened my mouth to command her silence when Frederick straightened up and sneered. Ally didn’t flinch. Her voice cut through the air, cold and unyielding. “And I’d advise you to stop there, Lord Frederick. Every moment you waste brings the infected closer to death. All of them.” Her eyes flashed.

He looked at the red veins glowing in the ground. "Until now. The Red Blood... it’s not just power, Elara. It’s **Corruption**. You’ve infected the Reaper Hive with humanity. You’ve given the dead ships a soul, and they don't know how to handle the weight of it." --- ### The Last Stand of the Stitched "If the Hive is infected," Silas said, stepping forward, "then why are we still drifting in the Void? Why are the conversion beams still active?" "Because the Hive is trying to 'Delete' the infection," Aris explained, pointing to the sky.

A scout staggered inside, his cloak torn, blood smeared down one arm, eyes wide with shellshock. “Alpha Rhax! Lady Perfera!” he gasped. “The eastern village—it's gone. We tried to hold the line, but—” “Speak clearly, soldier,” Elder Cael snapped, standing from his seat. “What happened?!” “They’re… they’re turning them, my lord.” His voice cracked. “The monsters aren’t just killing anymore. They’re infecting. Biting. Spreading.” A frozen silence fell. Minister Harel shot to his feet. “Gods have mercy—that wasn’t supposed to be possible!”