By the time we returned to the infected house, I was done.
Done with strangers bringing problems into my territory. Done with people insisting they felt fine while parasites crawled through their blood. Done with sacrificing plants because someone wanted more time to pretend the ending might change. Done with putting me and mine at risk because some asshole couldn't drop a dead body in someone else's backyard.
But most of all, I was done watching the things I cared about tear themselves apart to protect people I didn't.
The five adults were still inside the house. Four had gathered near the living-room window, while the man Yuche had dragged back onto the porch stood just inside the doorway with dried blood beneath his nose.
They all knew they were infected, there were people around them that weren't, and yet, not one of them had followed Zhenlan's order to stay apart.
Of course they hadn't.
Apparently, infection improved neither intelligence nor listening skills.
