FIFTY-NINE
Andy ran a hand through his hair, avoiding the eyes of the wardens he passed on the parade ground. Surely they would hate him. He’d been infected, he’d attacked them, tried to infect and kill them. He’d tried to resist the virus, as Captain Kyle had when he’d first been infected, but it had overridden his humanity, turning him into a monster.
The ritual Justice and the woman from the Legion had completed may have cured him and all the others who had been infected, but it could never remove the stain from his soul. Part of him wished she hadn’t cured him, wished that he’d been killed.
He’d begged Hanson to do it, but he’d refused. Then, with his last conscious thought, he had lunged for Captain Kyle, sure he would put him out of his misery. Instead, he’d stunned him, which had
