Sophia could no longer keep her eyes open. She slowly closed her eyes and fainted at the side of the road. The passersby saw the fainted Sophia, and they knew she was infected when they saw her ulcerated skin. They all avoided her, as if she was some kind of monster…

It was 12.30PM. The Cethosian were done gathering, and several buses were already waiting by the door. The Cethosians got onto the bus excitedly, waiting to be evacuated.

In the midst of all the turmoil and chaos of war, the foreign nations’ ambassadors escaped before the people did. The traffic system was down, and there were battles everywhere. People couldn’t go far without planes or ships; they could only wait for death. Foreigners who didn’t have a strong nation helping to evacuate their own people would have the same destiny. There was only one foreign battleship still stopping for its people at the harbor nearby, waiting to bring their people back home. But no one realized that there was a young life slipping away at the roadside.

At the same time, a helicopter parked before the Cethosian Foreign Embassy. Around five to six people came out from the helicopter, both men and women. They were walking in a hurry, and they took out their Cethosian passport so that the embassy could verify and allow them to evacuate with the troop.

Among them was a posh woman. Her dress was simple, and she was wearing sunglasses. She stood out in the crowd with her dark, shiny hair and her curvy figure. She got out of the helicopter holding her passport, walked past the square, and was about to cross the road to the embassy on the other side, relieved to make it there in time.

She suddenly saw the young life that was dying by the roadside. Her exposed arm was ulcerated; it was a symptom of infecting the Virs-18. Everyone knew that the person was dying, and there was no point saving her. They were scared to even go near her.

She’d witnessed too many young lives dying by the side of the road like that on her way here, but she still couldn’t bear looking at them. Suddenly, the woman froze. She saw the face of the girl lying by the roadside. It was someone extremely familiar—someone she thought she would never see again!

Her eyes were filled with joy

strange woman. It was

woman didn’t expect her to ask that question. “It’s me! Nicole! Nicole Walker! Don’t you remember?” She had been in Africa for a film, but there was an armed rebellion, and the traffic was down. She just managed to get to the embassy, but she didn’t expect to see Sophia here. She looked at the wound on her

 

she die three years ago? The newspapers were all reporting her death three years ago. Both Taylor and her were assassinated, and it

if her throat was ripped open; it was difficult to speak. A person’s organs would start to ulcerate once they were infected by Virs-18, and it would start from the throat. Her mouth widened as she gasped

 

as Sophia remained silent. She immediately helped the

person and wanted to stop her, but she was scared to go near her. Scientists were still clueless about the method Virs-18 spread, and anyone in contact with the virus might be infected. Being infected was equivalent to inevitable

to inform her that the disease couldn’t be controlled at the moment, and they

them, but she could understand. If she brought Sophia with her, the people in the

they managed to get on. There wouldn’t be another chance if she missed this;

the legitimacy of their regime, so the rebels and the embassy had reached an

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