"Help! Somebody help me!" Rachel shouted, hoping someone could hear her voice and come to her aid. She twitched on the bed several times, trying to break free from the rope she was tied to. The door opened slowly, and Derek walked in. "Why are you shouting? Do you think anyone would be able to save you?" He said he was taking off his shirt. Rachel opened her eyes in horror; this was it. She was going to be raped against her will, and not only that, she was going to bear the son or daughter of a zombie. The thought terrified her, and she shouted even more. Derek walked to the bed and landed a heavy slap on her face. He was having an off night. "You do know you don't need to be human before I have my way with you," he said, slowly unbuckling his belt. "I want a human to mother my children, and you are the one that I have chosen. You should be happy to be the first human to mother a superhuman zombie." Derek chuckled as he licked Rachel's face. Rachel closed her eyes and felt like vo

Ethan asked Johnny to release all the hostages and have them lined up outside. He looked at the cages of the gone-rogue humans who had been bitten by Derek. It was obvious there was something wrong with them. "What do we do about them?" Clara asked "We burned them alive." Ethan replied coldly and walked away.Rachel looked at him and wondered what had changed about the brother he once loved. Grabbing a tourch and a gasoline can, Ethan poured it over the cages and threw the torch at them. The loud snarl of the zombies was heard as they burned. Ethan walked out to meet some of the men and women waiting for him. "They all looked tired and hungry. What do we do?" Johnny asked "What do you mean by that? I am not responsible for every man and woman right here. They are all free to make their own decisions. They either stay or leave." Ethan said it with a sad face. He still couldn't forgive himself for the death of his best friend, Mark. The people looked at him as he walked away. "You

Ethan’s head pounded as the message blinked in his mind. **Save the female doctor.** His vision cleared just enough to see the young woman trembling, clearly terrified of the gang leader’s next move. Ethan pressed himself against the wall, straining to listen. He needed to understand what they were looking for and how to get the doctor out safely.The leader's voice cut through the silence. “You’ve got one chance to tell me what you know,” he growled at the female doctor. “This place was a research facility before everything went to hell. What were they working on here?”The young woman, wearing a white lab coat stained with blood, stammered, “I-I don’t know… I was just a lab assistant. They didn’t tell me everything—only the top scientists knew the full details.”The leader slammed his fist against a metal table, making a loud clanging noise that echoed through the empty halls. “Don’t lie to me! You were working here; you must know something!”Ethan watched as the doctor’s eyes darte

Ethan staggered back, holding his head as the sudden pain surged through him. The voices around him became muffled and distant, as if they were coming from underwater. He could barely make out Kennedy’s concerned voice or Rachel’s frantic questions. The message in his mind burned bright, demanding his attention, and he stumbled away from the others, trying to gain his bearings.Kennedy noticed Ethan’s distress and quickly moved to his side. “Ethan, what’s going on? Are you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on Ethan’s shoulder.Ethan’s vision blurred, and he saw flashes of unfamiliar faces and places. His breathing was shallow and labored, and he struggled to form coherent words. "The system..."” he muttered, trying to make sense of the chaos in his mind. “Mission...completed…”Doctor Whitmore stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean,'system’? Ethan, what’s happening to you?”Ethan shook his head, trying to clear it. “I don’t know. Something’s controlling me. It’s like I'm..

Ethan's mind raced as he felt the warmth of Doctor Whitmore's lips against his. Her kiss was soft yet desperate, like she was trying to convey all the emotions she couldn’t express in words. For a moment, Ethan allowed himself to get lost in that touch, in the idea that maybe, just maybe, someone could accept him for who he had become. But then the reality of their situation crashed back down on him.Ethan gently pulled away from the kiss, his blue eyes searching Whitmore's face. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion. "Why do you care if I stay or go? The rest of them want me out. Even Rachel can't look at me. You should hate me too."Doctor Whitmore took a step back, her eyes flickering with something Ethan couldn't quite place—hope, maybe, or determination. "I don’t hate you, Ethan," she said softly. "I can't speak for the others, but I've seen what you're capable of. I've seen you fight for this community, save people when no one else could. I don't kn