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"Run north," he said. "Don't look back."
But Nova saw the doctor's eyes flick to a second vial.
Her father, Jacob, had been a child during the second outbreak of 2029. He taught her three rules: Don't bleed. Don't breathe loud. Don't dream of the coast.
Nova looked at her father. He was weeping.
"You've been alone too long," Nova said. "So have I. But making everyone a weapon doesn't end the rage. It just gives it a new name."
The coast was where the last radio signal had come from, 14 years ago: a single repeated phrase: "Cure found. Edinburgh. Cured."