"Sam… what are you saying?" Harlan spoke beside him, voice tight. "It's not your fault."
Tears streaked Sam's face as his voice trembled. "It was me… if I hadn't given him that bread…"
Around them, survivors began murmuring, piecing the situation together. "Are they saying… they caused the train disaster?"
The realization hit like a shockwave. Anger quickly replaced the fear in their eyes. Many had lost friends, family… everything, when the train went down.
"So it was you! You caused Burgors' death!" Bong-gu shouted, his voice cracking with rage.
He had known this group from before, they'd been introduced to each other by Jaxon. Burgors had even shaken Sam's hand, but that didn't matter now.
Elena, Elaine, and the others went silent, their faces darkening as memories of Burgors resurfaced.
Jaxon, however, felt a storm of conflicting emotions. His thoughts spun uncontrollably, confusion, dread, disbelief. 'How did he get infected? Was he infected all along?'
