I'm Just Humanity's Spare Battery
My weightless body was dragged across the ruined city and down into an underground fortress.
The place was brightly lit and buzzing with life. A massive party was underway, thrown to celebrate Beckett's recovery.
In an apocalypse ravaged by zombie attacks, they had somehow managed to find colorful ribbons, balloons, and a massive cake.
Dad stood on a platform, beaming as he raised his glass to the crowd. "A toast to our hero and the future of humanity, Beckett! We have successfully extracted a perfect antibody from his blood."
The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.