Sleeper(s)
Even stranger than people who were supposed to be out of it, struck down by a virus that just sent you to sleep, getting up and attacking you, shrugging off bullets and fire like it was nothing.
Yes, even madder than that. Timms had watched, open-mouthed, as Strauss himself had got up. To begin with, he’d thought the Doc must have the disease. It was exactly how the freaks had acted, asleep one minute, up and walking about—and kicking the shit out of you—the next. But he wasn’t covered in that same crap the others were.
No, this was different. His eyes were open for another thing. He was asleep, had to be with all that inside him; those tranqs were high dosage, they’d explained it all to the
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