Infected นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Well-manicured hands slid beneath Zoe’s sweater, inspecting the wound on her abdomen as he mused, “She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” The vainglorious smile plastered across his face boiled Jon’s blood. The fucking love of his life was dying and this fucking asshole was trying to cop a damn feel. He pursed his lips, sucking in a deep inhale through his nose in an attempt to steady his rage. Chet pivoted, hands sweeping together as if brushing off dust. “She’s in critical condition, Mr. Moretti, and getting worse the longer we sit here chit-chatting. I can see some hemorrhaging and considering the bullet has likely passed through her stomach, the acid can contaminate the peritoneum and cause an

RAELYNN "There have been new cases of the infected in the past twenty-four hours. There's a high chance that one of us is infected right now," Austin, Rai's beta said from his position by the door of my office. "What do you think, Alpha Rai?" I said, folding my arms across my chest. Rai leaned back on his seat, his face stoic. "If anyone is infected, it's most likely Austin," he said and his beta scoffed. "Have you learnt anything new about the infection?" Rai asked, his voice tight with tension.

“What do you mean by ‘changing’?” I swallowed hard, trying to organize my thoughts. “It’s mutating—getting stronger. It’s attacking the brain, becoming more aggressive, more resistant to the immune system. The infected are... evolving. The longer this goes on, the more I fear it’ll be untreatable. It’s adapting too quickly. We have to find a way to stop it before it reaches the next stage.”

We won the army's freedom. But lost the war against parasitic infection spreading through reality. "How many?" Rhett demanded into the silence. Through our cosmic awareness, we searched. Found the infections. Seeds of Architect-corruption scattered across the kingdom. Hundreds of people who would slowly transform into harvest points. "Three hundred seventy-two infected," I said numbly. "Growing. Spreading. We cannot purge them all before the seeds grow." Queen Elara's voice came through dimensional communication. "Then we quarantine. Isolate the infected. Find a cure."

Not believing they are inside a world entirely different to them. Huzefa smirked at their reaction, extending his hand towards the small portion of inferno set into the real world, “Gentlemen and Ladies, I present to you the curse we called upon ourselves- Welcome to The Dimension of Katastrofi.”

She asks me and I shake my head to which she frowns. “Trust me; they are better off not knowing. Ava would kill me if she finds her parents here because of her attempted suicide stunt” Alana nods her head in understanding and leaves when one of the nurses calls her name. “Do you want to meet her?” She says before leaving and I instantly whip my head in her direction with a hopeful smile. “Can I? Like am I allowed?” “Yes but you have to wear protective clothing along with a mask and gloves to avoid germs spreading. The ICU is a very important unit; you kind of need to follow the rules. Also, I’m afraid that you can’t touch her either”

I prefer to be discreet. I understand his grievance especially since an immortal doesn't get sick unless he gets hit with an infection. As far as they know, the infection can only be acquired, if you have had a wound from demons. They don't know that there is something else that causes the infection. I swallowed. "I got an infection so I have a fever," I answered him. I have no intention of explaining how I got the infection.

Except they weren’t wandering. They kept stopping. Listening. The electronic tone flickered softly through Evelyn’s skull. WARNING: INFECTED RESPONSE PATTERNS EVOLVING. The infected turned together toward the store entrance. Then one of them shrieked. And somewhere deeper in the fog beyond the town— more answered.