Day 132 - 12:02 AM - Rooftop, Abandoned Factory Office, Bridgeport Borough. Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, United States of America
The goal of the infected. It was something that any human still living in this ending world wanted to know.
Many humans saw the world suddenly change.
They witnessed their loved ones getting bitten by the infected.
They witnessed their family and friends turn and try to eat them.
The governments collapsed.
The cities became overrun by the infected.
The world they knew, the reality they had, collapsed in the span of a single day.
Every single one of them. Everyone's hearts, they were all crying for the answer to this question.
Unexpectedly, Christia returned the question with eyes half-closed, unable to understand why Mark would ask such a kind of thing.
"What kind of question is that?"
Christia asked in return.
Here's today's chapter! Well then, time to eat dinner!
So, the infected are not infused with any kind of goal by their creator, huh? They only worked as per their nature. Become infected, live as infected. It's that simple.
We also learned why the infected is evolving fast. They actually ate dead Mutators to do so.
And that past... Christia is quite pitiful. The moment she woke up, memories of suffering is the first one she remembered, huh.
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