The zombie pathogen— Red’s Prion , the news called it—was perfect. Airborne in close quarters, fluid-borne in open air. Incubation: six to forty-eight hours. Symptoms: mild fever, pupil dilation, then the turn . No reanimation. No rotting corpses shambling about. Just… conversion.
A voice cut her off. Not human. Not quite inhuman either. It was the chorus of a thousand throats, speaking in ragged unison: Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By GuroGameGuy
“The apocalypse isn’t an ending. It’s an update. And updates can be rolled back.” — Dr. Eliza Red, final transmission (incomplete) The zombie pathogen— Red’s Prion , the news
She found a small group of survivors in a library basement. Fifteen people. Dirty, scared, running out of food. Their leader was a twelve-year-old girl with a pistol and a cough that sounded like the early stages. Symptoms: mild fever, pupil dilation, then the turn
“Don’t,” he said, clear as a bell. “Don’t fix us. We’re better this way.”
“You’re the doctor,” the girl said.