***Ivy***
“Seriously? There’s been zero records of the new mutated strain in New York,” someone chirped in.
“It only recently showed up on an individual,” Elder Reiner said. “And the cure for it isn't even released yet. What are you saying?”
“Those lines are darker than normal,” I said flatly. “They’ve progressed too far. If you let me, I have the refined antidote.”
Renée’s laugh was sharp. “Now you’re just making things up. Dr. Tasha Green is the only one with those antidotes, and they haven’t even been released to the public yet. Do you think we’re stupid?”
“Why would she wish that on us?” another voice added. “The mutated strain is harder to control. We’d all be in deeper trouble.”
“What does she even know about diseases?” Renée sneered.
I kept my voice calm. “What I know is that
