Breedbus 🏆 🏆

“You’re a rare thing,” Thorne said, not looking up from his datapad. “Post-Ghoul, pre-Fade. Clean telomeres. A ghost in the genetic graveyard.”

“It did,” the woman said, stepping into the bus. “And I improved it.” breedbus

“What… what are you?” Vess gasped. “You’re a rare thing,” Thorne said, not looking

Thorne raised his dart pistol. Vess didn’t flinch. She simply raised her mismatched arm, and from her palm extended a bone-spur slick with black venom. “You’re a rare thing

“To the source,” he said. “To the lab where the first cloud was made. If we burn that, maybe the human race gets to make its own mistakes again.”

But she didn’t stab Vess.