Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By Gurogameguy -

Eliza packed her notes. Paul the principal had stopped whispering. He just stared now, eyes tracking her with an intelligence that made her skin crawl.

Eliza held the thermos. Fifteen doses. Fifteen lives. The last free humans in four hundred miles.

“No. You finish the cure.”

The cure was done. Eliza had tested it on herself—a tiny dose, enough to confirm she wasn’t infected yet. The retrovirus held. The immunosuppressive cocktail worked. Dr Red-s Zombie Apocalypse -v1.0- By GuroGameGuy

She could give them the cure. They’d live. They’d be hunted by the billions who didn’t want it. They’d die anyway, probably. Just slower.

The bunker was operational. Dr. Aris Voss was a thin, twitchy man with hollow eyes and a clean lab coat. He’d been working on his own cure for two months. Nothing worked.

“Take it.”

Dr. Eliza Red hadn’t meant to end the world. She’d meant to cure her mother’s early-onset Alzheimer’s. The neural prion rewrite was elegant, beautiful—a targeted caspase cascade that cleared misfolded proteins and regenerated synapses.

“We don’t want it.”

Eliza nodded.

She found a working ham radio in a burned-out ranger station.

She found a small group of survivors in a library basement. Fifteen people. Dirty, scared, running out of food. Their leader was a twelve-year-old girl with a pistol and a cough that sounded like the early stages.

“You made it.”