Lily, his lovely but genetically useless wife, died before his eyes. Dead eyes opened. She strained at the leather straps that imprisoned her to the gurney. He grabbed a 9 mil Glock and shot her point- blank.
The virus spread fast and turned you undead or not if you were one of the lucky five per cent. Before the pandemic, Gerald had been a geneticist working toward gene therapy for cystic fibrosis. Now he was trying to find an anti-zombie vaccination if one existed.
Time to find another test subject.
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