I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Hey, you're the vaccine guy, right?" one of them asked.
I stared at the vial of vaccine in my hand, feeling a sense of pride and responsibility. It was the only thing standing between the world and a zombie apocalypse. I had already saved a few people, but I knew it was just a drop in the bucket. I frowned
One of the other survivors, a young woman, spoke up. "They're... changing. Their bodies are... shifting. It's like they're becoming something else."
I felt a chill run down my spine. This was something I hadn't anticipated. My vaccine was designed to prevent infection, not cure it. It was the only thing standing between the
The survivor, a grizzled old man, eyed me warily. "We've heard of your vaccine. It works, but it's not a cure-all. What about the people who are already infected?"
I nodded. "That's me."
The old man looked at me expectantly. "Can you help them?"