Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By Gurogameguy -

“Don’t,” he said, clear as a bell. “Don’t fix us. We’re better this way.”

The infected found the bunker. No one knew how—maybe a survivor talked, maybe they remembered . Eliza stood behind blast glass as the outer defense teams were overrun. The infected didn’t bite. They didn’t need to. They just overwhelmed, held down, and waited for the airborne prion to do its work.

She wasn’t their mother. She was their maker. And makers, she decided, had a responsibility. Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By GuroGameGuy

For eleven days, they worked. They synthesized the retrovirus. They tested it on infected mice. It worked. They tested it on a stage-four human convert—a woman who’d been turned for fifty-three days. Forty-eight hours after treatment, she asked for water and said her name was Maria.

“Eliza,” her mother’s voice said from a crowd of thirty, pressing against a Walmart’s shattered glass. “Eliza, come here. I’m cold.” “Don’t,” he said, clear as a bell

“You’re the doctor,” Cass said. Not a question.

She could give them the cure. They’d live. They’d be hunted by the billions who didn’t want it. They’d die anyway, probably. Just slower. No one knew how—maybe a survivor talked, maybe

Then she seized and died of a cytokine storm.