TWENTY-FIVE
Jackson’s grip tightened on the edge of the desk as he listened to Captain Murphy describing the terrifying attacks by vaccine-resistant freaks in three other towns, as well as Dalwaring.
‘This new virus is spreading too fast for us to contain it. We’ve had unconfirmed reports that it’s in six other towns and we’ve lost contact with the Wards in four more. It’s a bloodbath. Humans and wardens are getting slaughtered and High Command is convinced someone is behind it.’
‘For the virus to spread that fast, it has to be man-made,’ said Murphy. ‘Do you think the Legion could be behind it again? You said that guy who was leading them in Brimfield admitted his ancestors created the first virus five hundred years ago.’
Jackson tensed. ‘He’s dead, along with his old masters, and we
