Novel & Cerita Infected

Unable to take the shock, she doubled over, dry heaving violently nonstop. Just then, two police officers entered with a forensic specialist, holding an urgent report. Upon seeing Jessica, the forensic specialist had a look of undisguised disgust in his eyes as he frowned. "You're Jessica Tuttle, right? The initial screening of your blood sample came back strongly positive. You are infected with syphilis, and it has already reached the secondary stage. You also carry other high-risk infectious diseases. Take her away and keep her in isolation."

"Predictable, huh? Fine. I’ll make myself unpredictable." Arga cut the connection and looked back at his terminal. The monitor showed a map of the floor. The 'red' zone of the infection was encroaching from the North, eating the building one byte at a time. It was a creeping rot, moving in clean, efficient grids, repurposing the tower into a vast processor for the M-ESSENCE.

Something massive slammed into me hard enough to send both of us crashing violently across the forest floor. A wolf snarled above me. No, not fully wolf. Infected. The creature looked horrifying up close, stuck between forms with rotting fur hanging from elongated limbs while glowing red eyes buried deep inside its skull locked onto me hungrily. Its breath smelled like decay. “You picked the wrong night,” I muttered. The infected lunged instantly. I caught its throat before it reached my face and slammed it sideways hard enough to crack bone. The creature snapped wildly at me while claws tore through my sleeve.

Let’s just say it was way too close for comfort. “Francisella tularensis,” Hunter began, his tone steady but grim. “This bacterium is highly infectious, spreads easily, and can cause severe illness or death. In short, it’s a dangerous bio-weapon. People infected with it suffer from symptoms like skin ulcers, fever, coughing, vomiting, and diarrhea.”

Paxton helped her up and led her down a hallway all the way to the back of the house to a door on the right next to a back door entrance. Riley sat on the exam table as Penelope sat in a chair next to her and Dr. Paxton grabbed a clip board and some gloves. "Tell me about your symptoms. When did they start? Anything for me to help." "They just started this morning. I haven't been able to stop throwing up. I feel tired and run down. I've never experienced this before? "Are you mated?" "I am. My mate is Alpha Eli." "How long have you two been sensually active?"

His grip on my fingers never loosens. "Mr. Reid," the doctor says when they've finished the initial assessment, "you've been through major trauma. The bullet nicked an artery and you lost a significant amount of blood. We repaired the damage surgically, but infection set in fast and your body is still fighting it. We're adjusting your antibiotics and monitoring closely. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" He nods once, his eyes never leaving my face. "Good. Rest now. We'll be in and out to check on you, but for the moment you're stable."

I was already running out of patience. “She is infected!!” The storm that was at the verge of explosion shattered.

It can't be. This was one of the symptoms of infected patients.

He was injected with a poisonous substance. This substance began shutting down his immune system. Ken cried out trying to explain his plight to the nurse in charge of him but the naïve nurse grew fed up and injected him the second time with a sleeping syrup. Ken moaned his way to unconscious-Ville and by the time he woke up, his body had partially seized to obey him, he felt his heart skipping and his brain kept on recalling events he had long last forgotten and those which never took place, at that moment ken knew he was inch away from the grave. His strength had failed him and he began doing most of his helpless victim work, calling on God for a miracle even though he had no belief or idea

“Or am I going to turn into one of those things?” “No,” the doctor said immediately. Then after a short pause, “And yes.” Nova stared at him. “…What?” The doctor rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “You are not dying.” “But you are infected,” Kael finished grimly. Nova’s pulse pounded loudly in her ears. “No.” Kael held her gaze steadily. “The Hollowfang infection is inside your system.” Nova immediately shoved herself off the bed despite the pain shooting through her leg. “No. No, absolutely not.”