Elara didn’t fight. She turned, jammed the syringe into her own neck, and pushed the plunger.
But tonight, she was alone. The others had either fled or turned. The bunker’s recycled air hummed with the sound of her own breathing and the occasional click-click-click from the vents. radroachhd d virus
And she would. Until the last click.
“You think it’s a disease,” he said, voice a wet whisper through the intercom. “It’s not. It’s an answer . Evolution’s done pretending we’re the peak.” Elara didn’t fight
