He would find this cure; he would make sure of it.
He could hear the moaning of his wife on the table and clamped his hands over his ears. He could not remember how long she had been in this state. The virus had destroyed her piece by piece. She no longer seemed to be his wife; she seemed to be one of them. He glanced over into the undead eyes of his former wife and nearly broke down.
This cure was his obsession, consuming him.
He would find this cure if it was the last thing he ever did.
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