Max's words hung in the air like a bad smell. The word 'cure' was supposed to be like a holy grail, a silver lining through the endless grey skies, a second chance. Then why did it feel so ridiculous as soon as the last letter rolled off his tongue? For so long, the concept of a cure had been a pipe dream, and that's exactly what it felt like now. It wasn't reality. It couldn't be reality.
"What do you mean he has the cure?" one of the snipers scoffed, looking down at the pale and dying Doctor Saunders with pity and doubt.
"That's what he told me," Max said, belief creeping into his voice by the word. "That's what he told me."
"Well, where is it then?"
Max sighed, "There was a vial... across on the other roof... smashed."
The sniper slipped into a mocking laugh, "So, even if the Wizar
