The laboratory in the research center was more advanced than I had imagined.
The old professor in a white coat was named Professor Arthur Sterling, a top virologist before the apocalypse.
He held my blood test report, his hands trembling.
"Perfect... it's too perfect..." he muttered to himself. "The antibody concentration is three hundred times that of an ordinary survivor, and it's still increasing. Miss Thorne, do you understand what this means?"
"What does it mean?" I asked.
"It means we can mass-produce a serum," Professor Sterling's eyes lit up. "Not suppressants—real serum! One injection can clear the virus from the body within twenty-four hours. It can fully cure mild cases and stop the deterioration of severe infections!"
Raymond stood beside me. "We need your cooperation. Re
