Boom!
The door shuddered under the force. Footsteps echoed from downstairs. Sevryn's breath caught in his throat.
"They're here…"
Not zombies. Worse—desperate humans. Survivors turned raiders, hunting for untainted food, medicine… or secrets.
Crash!
The window behind him shattered. He turned sharply.
"Sevryn!" Kael's voice came from the hallway. "Don't run from the front! Jump! The balcony—it's only the first floor!"
Sevryn hesitated, heart pounding.
Then—he jumped.
Thud.
Pain exploded through his leg as he hit the ground. He rolled, biting his lip to keep from screaming. Tears blurred his eyes—not just from pain, but from guilt.
"I'm running from my parents… from my home…"
His father worked in a warehouse, not the military. People assumed that meant safety—stockpiles of food and supplies. But in a world destroyed by war, it only meant one thing:
A target.
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Flashback – Months Ago
World War 3 erupted, pulling in 75% of the world. Among the smaller nations, Palideniya, ranked 24th, made a desperate move. Too poor to create nukes, they unleashed something else:
A bioweapon that reacted with soil, making crops grow a natural drug. That drug birthed a virus: XYphor.
XYphor didn't spread through bites. It seeped into the ground, twisted crops, infected food, and spread like wildfire—far beyond its original range.
Four months later, three continents—Asia, Africa, Europe—had fallen. The soil itself was poisoned. Even Palideniya was consumed by its own creation.
Those affected didn't rot like the undead. They turned blank—emotionless, disconnected—for minutes… or permanently. People called them Infectents.
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Present
"I know what happened to you," Kael said, kneeling beside Sevryn behind a dumpster.
"I saw the signs. You blanked out too, didn't you?"
Sevryn nodded slowly. "But it's not permanent… Not yet."
Kael lowered his voice. "My mother was a scientist. My father… a doctor. He turned. She studied him. She discovered two things:
1. The longer you're around Infectents, the higher your risk of turning.
2. They don't eat infected food—unless they're starving to the edge of death.
And when they do eat it…"
Kael paused. "They evolve."
No bites. No scratches. Just one thing: consuming infected food in desperation.
Level 1: After the first meal.
Level 2: I am not confirm
And so on I don't know other and these levels were created my be sevryn
No one knew what came after that. But one thing was clear—