Zara sat hunched over her desk in the cold, sterile lab, the low hum of machines providing a constant backdrop to the rising tension in her chest. She hadn't meant to work late, but the file she'd received from her anonymous tipper had left her unable to stop reading. The more she dug into the documents, the more the horrific pieces of the puzzle began to click together.
The base's research into the MIT virus—mutation-induced transmission—had always been framed as a necessary evil, a method to develop vaccines, a weapon, a cure for something they weren't fully prepared to fight. But what she was reading now… it wasn't what she'd been told.
