Chapter Four: The Truth

Three days later, Mark finally called.

I'm watching a downloaded movie in the bunker.

I slowly put down the remote control and answered the phone.

"Brother, please save me!" Mark's voice was filled with panic on the other end of the phone.

"Why? Why isn't the serum working? I...I'm about to be bitten to death by zombies!"

I feigned surprise and asked, "How could that be? Didn't you say you have a gene serum that grants you precognitive abilities?"

“I don’t know! I really don’t know!” Mark broke down in tears.

"I clearly injected the serum! But I can't foresee anything! It's not reacting!"

"Don't rush, is your method... wrong?"

"What method? Do you know something? Noah, tell me quickly!" He grasped at this straw.

"I don't know either," I said innocently.

"But I suspect that it requires you to inject a virus sample to activate the serum's effects?"

"Virus sample?" There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, I heard a "click" sound, as if something had been injected.

Then Mark shouted excitedly, "Virus! Yes! I'm injecting a virus sample!"

I didn't hang up the phone, and listened with great interest to him fussing over there.

After a while, he shouted excitedly, "It worked! I saw it! I saw a group of survivors passing by tomorrow!"

But soon, his voice became pained.

"Why...why is my skin festering?" Mark cried out in despair.

"Noah, you're lying to me! Are you lying to me?"

"Why would I lie to you?" I sighed softly.

"In my previous life, I injected myself with my stored antibody serum without hesitation to save you from being infected by the virus."

I used to be a biology researcher, and antibody serum was the most important thing to me.

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

I guess Mark finally understands the real activation method of the gene serum.

“Brother…” His voice trembled.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Please take me in! I'll give you the serum, I'll give you anything! Please let me come to you!"

"Oh? Where are you now?"

"I'm...I'm in an abandoned subway station in the city center..."

"That's all, you can just wait to die." I slammed the phone down.

I ignored his subsequent barrage of attacks.

I went to the storeroom and took out cigars and red wine.

Before the apocalypse, I downloaded a lot of movies, music, and games.

I turned on an action movie and leisurely smoked a cigar while watching it.

Mark spent the next few days pleading with me.

His voice grew weaker day by day.

"Brother... I'm about to be killed by the virus... I was wrong..."

"I've been injected with the virus again, and my precognitive abilities are working again, but my body is mutating, and it hurts so much!"

"Brother... I can't see the future again... It's getting another virus... My arms are starting to grow scales..."

I listened to his report without any emotional reaction.

"Brother, I really can't go on, I just can't hold on any longer. Please, please save me..."

In the final moments before the entire city was completely contaminated by the virus, I sent Mark my address.

Just kidding, I haven't even started torturing him yet.

How could we let him die so easily?

Little did he know that every time he injected a viral sample and gained a brief premonition, his genes would further break down and mutate.

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