After watching the boy climb into the Humvee, it began to shake. The roar of its engine screeched the tire into the street and drove off from the state, leaving a trail of cloudy dust that scattered into the atmosphere.
Albert stood still in the entrance. His black eyes stared ahead; no one knows what had transpired in his head right now.
All these years, the man had tried every combination and experiment to create a cure that could save his last remaining family, finally meeting its conclusion.
It was caused by a miracle-like thing the grey-haired boy brought into the family. Albert didn't know what kind of physique the boy had, which adapted into the virus.
However, one thing was clear: the boy's physique wasn't adapting to the virus; it neutralized it as far as he could see with his eyes.
The man furrowed his brows, deep in thought, as a scientist who researched a means to cure the virus.
