The Bites

Chapter 38

The old television flickered slightly as Brea adjusted the volume, the static on the screen making the news anchor's voice sound muffled at times. She sat on the edge of the couch, her posture rigid, eyes locked on the screen. Sitting on the floor with his puzzle pieces scattered around him, Milo barely noticed the broadcast, focusing entirely on the task before him. His tiny hands worked quickly, placing pieces together, his mind lost in the quiet rhythm of the puzzle.

Brea sat on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, but her mind was far from the room. Her gaze was fixed on the TV screen, where a well-dressed anchor spoke with a calm, almost rehearsed demeanour. The words, however, didn't match the tension in her chest.

"A sudden virus outbreak has been reported in a nearby town, wi