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“I haven’t, actually. When we tested the virus, we discovered certain people were immune. I’m one of them. Unfortunately, you’re not as lucky.” Vincent smirks, then shoves the inhaler in his pocket and gets in the car. “Good-bye, Elena.” I’m powerless to stop him as he drives away. For a heartbeat, all I can do is stand there, staring at my hands. I can’t be infected. It’s not possible. I have so much more I need to do. Maybe the spray didn’t work. Maybe I’m immune too somehow. Maybe, maybe, maybe… I draw in a shaky breath. But what if I am? Oh God. I could be contagious right now. I have to go somewhere where I can’t infect anyone else. But where? The lab. The room where they stored the virus should be safe. If I can make it there, I’ll wait out the rest of my time locked inside. No o
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