The farmer looked dizzy and disoriented, but still in possession of his mind and body. John had never heard of a strain of humanity resistant to ZOMB tech. Here, on this backwater world, two fought against the swarming invasion he unleashed on them. Their defense was admirable, but biology wouldn’t beat his tech. It couldn’t. Their conversion remained integral to his infiltration and counter-government insurgence.
Despite his certainty, in front of him, the scene begged reevaluation. The farmer’s eyes started clearing, and he headed straight for his daughter. Bending down, he picked her shaking body off the bloody floor. She whimpered, crying, her neck covered in blood, and John’s bite mark still leaking more. The farmer cast a look of unmitigated hatred at John and fled the barn.
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