Lyerin's gaze swept over the huddled group, his sharp eyes catching details that sent a chill down his spine. His instincts, honed from years of surviving in this twisted world, screamed at him to be cautious.
As the protectors kept their weapons trained on him, his mind was thinking flying elsewhere, recalling the horrors of his past life. He mumbled to himself, his voice barely above a whisper, "Don't tell me… they're vaccinated individuals?"
The memories hit him like a tidal wave, dragging him back to a time when the world still clung to the remnants of civilization.
The government had rolled out a vaccine, a supposed miracle cure for the plague that was sweeping the globe.
Desperate people had lined up by the thousands, trusting in the promises of their leaders. But the truth was far darker than anyone could have imagined.
