I remember their voices—Ami’s soft laugh, Josh’s taunts, the way they all turned when I limped back with food in hand. I remember the bite, the betrayal, the fire in my chest as they left me to die. Three years later, I woke up changed. Not dead. Not undead. Something else. The virus didn’t turn me into a monster. It revealed the one I always was. Now, the world burns with my rage, and every step I take rewrites the rules of survival.