"Hey! Don't touch me!" Elena swatted his hand before he could make a move.
Everyone laughed, but underneath the laughter, there was a quiet understanding: they weren't just fellow survivors anymore. They were friends, comrades, or even a family in their own right.
Jaxon smiled faintly, watching the group. He had once only hoped they'd survive, now he cared for them, felt them worthy of trust.
'Maybe after fully upgrading my family's weapons, I should upgrade theirs too. And even if the rest of the world outcasts us, we'll make our own safe place.'
Then a frown crossed Na-rin's face as she suddenly remembered something and spoke her mind. "The other survivors from our city… the ones the soldiers said turned without bites or scratches…"
"What about them?" Cindy asked.
"If they really became infected without any physical contact, then… could it mean the infection is airborne now?" Na-rin said, her voice grim.
