Dr. Red kept driving.
Cass had a satellite phone and a desperate idea. Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By GuroGameGuy
“Please,” she whispered.
She walked for a week. The cure was in a thermos—a stupid, humble container for the only hope humanity had left. She could administer it via aerosol. Blanket an entire settlement if she found one. The infected avoided her now. Not because they feared her. Because they recognized her. Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By GuroGameGuy
“Adjust the immunosuppressive protocol,” Eliza said. Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By GuroGameGuy
“What kind of favor?”