The woman wore a worn jacket looking haggard. Her hair, ssy and unkempt. She raised both hands in surrender as she stood before Sylas and the soldier.
"I'll answer... answer, just don't shoot ," she stamred, her voice trembling with fear.
"Then answer ," the soldier said in a stern, commanding tone.
"I wanted to enter the safe zone. I-I... I haven't eaten in two days," she said hastily and stuttering.
"Then why didn't you go through the gate instead of hiding here and sneaking around?" the soldier asked with a frown, his eyes narrowing.
The woman imdiately went silent, her head hanging low.
"Are you hiding sothing?" the soldier asked sharply before turning to Sylas. "Go and inform the captain. We've found a suspicious individual lurking around the west wall."
Sylas nodded and hurried off to deliver the ssage.
Before long, he returned with Luke and two soldiers.
"Speak. What's your purpose and intention?" Luke asked, his piercing gaze fixed on the woman, who knelt with her hands raised in surrender.
"I-I... I just wanted to enter the safe zone. I haven't eaten in days. Please, don't kill ," the woman repeated, her voice trembling.
"Do you take for a fool?" Luke raised his voice. "If you wanted to enter the safe zone, why didn't you use the main gate instead of sneaking around the wall? Are you infected?"
Luke asked, raising his voice once again, filled with suspicion.
"Go fetch a doctor and a female nurse. We need to inspect her thoroughly," Luke ordered firmly.
"No! Don't! Please, don't let them inspect !" the woman cried out, pleading desperately.
Her words imdiately drew suspicion. The soldiers tightened their grip on their weapons, aiming at her vigilantly.
Sylas scanned the woman from head to toe, searching for any visible signs of a bite or infection.
Soon, a doctor and two female nurses
arrived, with Serena following closely
behind.
The woman was imdiately pinned to the
ground for inspection.
"n, turn around," Serena ordered firmly.
"Don't worry-if anything happens, I'll shoot
her imdiately."
Sylas and the other soldiers obeyed, turning their backs to give the nurses privacy as they examined the woman.
"Captain, she has a wound on her shoulder."
One of the nurses reported. "It looks like a
bite, but it's nearly healed."
"Draw her blood and run tests," Luke
instructed without hesitation.
The doctor and nurses imdiately got to
work, drawing blood from the woman for a test.
The woman laid on the ground motionlessly, her eyes vacant as if she had given up on everything.
The doctor examined the test results and frowned. "Captain, there's a problem with her blood," he said.
"What kind of problem? Is she infected?" Luke asked in a sharp and serious tone. His finger hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot the woman.
"I'm not sure," the doctor replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Let test her again."
He imdiately instructed the nurse to draw another blood sample from the woman.
After conducting the second test, the doctor looked up and said, "Captain, the results are the sa. I still can't pinpoint what's wrong. But one thing is clear—she's different from a normal human, though she doesn't appear to be infected," he explained carefully.
Luke stepped closer to the woman, his gun aid directly at her head. "Answer . Were you bitten by the undead?" he asked coldly.
The woman trembled, her eyes fixed on the gun in his hand.
"I-I... I was bitten two days ago. B-But I'm not infected. Please, don't kill ," the woman replied in a shaky voice as tears fell down from her voice.
Bitten but not infected?
Sylas and the other soldiers froze, their curiosity imdiately piqued. This was the first ti any of them had encountered soone bitten by a zombie but had not turn into one.
"You were bitten two days ago? Tell in detail, what happened after you were bitten, and how did you feel?" Luke asked sharply pointing his gun at the woman.
"I got a high fever after the zombie bit , but after a day, the fever subsided, and my wound started to heal on its own. I didn't do anything... nothing at all. I haven't even eaten since then. I just wanted to enter the safe zone because I was starving, but I was too afraid. I thought you'd kill if I entered through the main gate. Please, believe , I'm not infected," the woman explained and pleaded in a desperate tone.
The doctor was also surprised after listening to the woman. After careful observations and tests, they have already known that anyone bitten by a zombie would turned into one within twelve hours, yet this woman remained unaffected even after two days. This was unprecedented.
"Captain Luke," the doctor said, stepping forward. "Her case is highly unusual. I recomnd we take her to an isolation room for observation. At the sa ti, we can run further tests on her blood in the lab to understand what's happening. This could lead to a breakthrough—maybe even help us find a cure."
Luke shared the sa thought and imdiately ordered the soldiers and the female nurse to escort the woman to the isolation room.
"Don't worry," Luke said, lowering the gun he had aid at her. "We won't torture or kill you unless you turn into a zombie. You'll be provided with shelter and food. All we ask is that you cooperate with the dical team."
"Thank you. Thank you so much," the woman said, her voice trembling with relief. She repeated her gratitude as she was escorted away by the team.
As Serena turned to leave, she waved her hand at Sylas, offering him a brief nod before walking off.
Sylas and the others resud their patrol duties.
Sylas's mind, however, was restless.
Bitten by a zombie but not infected?
He couldn't decide whether this was a good thing or a potential threat.
Are so humans immune to the zombie virus?
If certain people could survive a bite without turning into one, did that make them fundantally different from the rest of the humans?
Is the zombie virus so kind of natural cleansing process? A brutal ans of selecting the survival of the fittest?
These thoughts churned in Sylas's mind as he continued his patrol.
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