Chapter 84: Semblance of normalcy
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Chapter 84: Semblance of normalcy
The bottle felt heavier than it should’ve in my hand.
I tipped it back, the alcohol burning a straight line down my throat as my Adam’s apple bobbed. I never drank. Never needed to. But nothing about my life felt familiar anymore, so I figured the rules didn’t apply either.
That saint shit was over.
Long dead.
…And I was an idiot for ever thinking I’d find it with Lila.
Behind me, a small group had gathered—soldiers, medics, a few civilians. Someone had started a fire. Someone else had music playing low. It wasn’t a celebration. Just people trying to pretend the world hadn’t almost swallowed us whole.
After what happened, pretending felt necessary.
I heard footsteps behind me and took another swig before turning.
Aubrey dropped down beside me on the steps, a cigarette already lit between her fingers.
“I never thought I’d see the day Adrian Carter started drinking,” she said.
I frowned.
She did too, like she’d surprised herself.
“Life’s beating the brakes off you, huh?”
“What do you want, Aubrey?” I said.
My words were slightly slurred, but my tone wasn’t soft.
She glanced at me sideways. “To talk to a friend. You don’t have to square up with me.”
She held out the cigarette.
I stared at it for a second.
…Fuck it.
I took it and tried to inhale.
Instant regret.
I doubled over coughing, lungs on fire, eyes watering as Aubrey laughed under her breath. I handed it back.
“I’ll stick to drinking,” I muttered.
“Smart choice.”
We sat there in silence for a bit, staring up at the sky. The stars looked the same as they always had—bright, distant, untouched. Like they didn’t give a damn about the blood still drying on the ground behind us.
“In all honesty,” Aubrey said, “I didn’t come here just to roast you.”
I glanced at her.
“I’ve been talking with the others,” she continued. “And I’ve been thinking.”
I took another drink.
“I think you should step down as leader. For now.”
I nearly choked.
I turned to her, staring. “What?”
“Look,” she said quickly, “I don’t know what they did to you in that building. But I know it was bad. And putting decisions like this on you right now? That’s a mistake. You need time.”
Silence stretched between us.
“On top of that,” she added, quieter, “there’s Lila.”
My jaw tightened.
“She’s pregnant, Aub—”
“I think she’s lying.”
I frowned hard. “You don’t know that.”
“I never saw a test. Did you?”
I didn’t answer.
“She could’ve hidden it,” I said.
“She could’ve lied to your face like it was nothing,” Aubrey shot back.
The air shifted.
“She can do that,” she continued. “I’ve seen it. With my own eyes.”
I looked forward again, shoulders slumping.
“It’s obvious there’s a lot about her you don’t know,” Aubrey said. “Even if you think you love her.”
She stood.
“I love you, Adrian,” she said quietly. “And I don’t want to watch her destroy you.”
She paused.
“You need to get rid of her.”
I didn’t look at her as she walked away.
The bottle stayed in my hand.
Heavy.
—
The spark in Vivian’s eyes was gone.
She sat on the edge of the bed, unmoving, staring at nothing. A thin stream of blood ran from her nose, dripping onto the sheets below. She didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe differently. Didn’t react.
Dr. Josephine waved a hand in front of her face.
Nothing.
“Well?” Dr. Tekashi asked from behind her.
Josephine straightened, clearing her throat. “The pill didn’t work,” she said. “It can stabilize standard infected on paper, but not an intelligent strain.”
Tekashi’s brow furrowed.
“As you can see,” she continued, voice tight, “she’s brain-dead. Using it on the other one would be… irresponsible.”
Her eyes shifted to the restrained woman in the corner of the room. Dirty blonde hair hung over her face. Chains bit into her wrists.
Lila.
Tekashi didn’t look at her for long.
“And the abnormal?” he asked, nodding toward the next room.
Josephine hesitated.
Then they both turned and walked in.
Hailey lay on the bed, eyes half-lidded. No spasms. No screaming. No restraints straining against metal.
Just stillness.
Something warm settled in Tekashi’s chest.
He stepped closer.
Josephine stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Let Terri speak with her first.”
So they did.
Terri sat across from Hailey, hands folded tight in her lap. She swallowed.
“So… Hailey,” she said, her voice cracking. “How is you—how are you feeling?”
“…What?” Hailey replied quietly.
“I said how are you—”
“I heard you the first time.”
Josephine’s eyes widened. Heat rushed to her face.
Terri smiled, nervous but hopeful. “Can you tell me your name?”
Silence filled the room.
It stretched longer than anyone liked.
Josephine frowned, a knot forming in her chest. Tekashi’s fists curled at his sides.
Then—
“My name is Hailey Finkleworth.”
Her gaze dropped to her legs.
“I am… myself.”
No tremor. No distortion.
Just truth.
Tekashi let out a slow breath.
He looked at the monitors. The readings didn’t spike. Didn’t distort. They held steady, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
“…This changes everything,” She said quietly.
Tekashi turned toward her, startled.
“This isn’t adaptation,” She continued. “It’s not mimicry, either.” Her voice sharpened, excitement bleeding through despite himself.
“She’s stable,” Josephine said quietly. “The pill didn’t remove the infection, but it suppressed the worst of it. She’s herself… and aware.”
The room felt smaller.
Tekashi swallowed. “I didn’t think it possible.”
“And yet,” Josephine said, eyes never leaving Hailey, “here she is.”
He finally looked at Josephine then. Really looked at her.
“You’ve always been strange,” he said. “Too willing to question the framework.”
Her shoulders stiffened.
“But I’m glad I worked with you,” he added. “Because if you weren’t here, we’d be trying to kill this instead of understanding it.”
Josephine didn’t answer.
Hailey shifted slightly on the bed.
Not restrained.
Not sedated.
Watching.
And in that moment, Tekashi understood something cold and final:
They hadn’t discovered a cure.
They’d discovered proof that everything they’d built their world on was wrong.
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- Chapter 173: When It Breaks
- Chapter 172: Say It Out Loud
- Chapter 171: Real small world, huh?
- Chapter 170: Couldn’t get enough of me, could you?
- Chapter 169: Don’t be a fool
- Chapter 168: Signal
- Chapter 167: Human or Not?
- Chapter 166: And then there was two
- Chapter 165: Final Warning
- Chapter 164: Livestock
- Chapter 163: Here’s the real welcome
- Chapter 162: The buzz that never stops
- Chapter 161: What Mrs. Graham said
- Chapter 160: The Quiet Game
- Chapter 159: Western Intake Sector Three
- Chapter 158: The Great Land of Maple Leaf
- Chapter 157: Just the way things go, I guess
- Chapter 156: I’m Not Who You Pretend I Am
- Chapter 155: Are you proud of yourself?
- Chapter 154: That could’ve gone better
- Chapter 153: Ready or not
- Chapter 152: Selective emphathy
- Chapter 151: Everyone hates Adrian
- Chapter 150: What now?
- Chapter 149: Stalker
- Chapter 148: You’re too close for comfort
- Chapter 147: A ticking time bomb
- Chapter 146: Let me breathe
- Chapter 145: You move quick, don’t you?
- Chapter 144: Won’t be the last
- Chapter 143: I know who you really are
- Chapter 142: You’re not dead
- Chapter 141: The lie that changed everything
- Chapter 140: Nothing to look back to
- Chapter 139: Scars fade but never go
- Chapter 138: Let me in
- Chapter 137: Family matters
- Chapter 136: Ugly
- Chapter 135: If im being honest
- Chapter 134: I hope you rot too
- Chapter 133: The road ahead
- Chapter 132: They fall twice as hard
- Chapter 131: Just like the rest of us
- Chapter 130: A room full of twitching bodies
- Chapter 129: Shitty people
- Chapter 128: It’s just a dream, right?
- Chapter 127: With one eye open
- Chapter 126: Not at all what I thought it’d be
- Chapter 125: Solace in my Glock
- Chapter 124: The stench that follows you everywhere
- Chapter 123: always a step ahead
- Chapter 122: The hunted
- Chapter 121: Cold feet
- Chapter 120: It’s over
- Chapter 119: Blood on my hands
- Chapter 118: You can’t go back, Adrian
- Chapter 117: I can burn hotter
- Chapter 116: I’m so sorry
- Chapter 115: I’m sorry
- Chapter 114: Closure
- Chapter 113: Unfamiliar
- Chapter 112: The day everything fell
- Chapter 111: From Missouri to Texas
- Chapter 110: Saints
- Chapter 109: Blood and Shame
- Chapter 108: Unhashed wounds
- Chapter 107: How it was always meant to be
- Chapter 106: Witch
- Chapter 105: Fucking freak
- Chapter 104: Annie and Yas
- Chapter 103: A quiet building
- Chapter 102: Friends and enemies
- Chapter 101: Jealousy
- Chapter 100: Clarity
- Chapter 99: Anarchy
- Chapter 98: Don’t leave me
- Chapter 97: Withdrawal
- Chapter 96: Southern hospitality
- Chapter 95: Mine, not yours
- Chapter 94: Monster
- Chapter 93: By any means possible
- Chapter 92: No right
- Chapter 91: Sweet, loving city I left behind
- Chapter 90: Deep shit
- Chapter 89: Nothing to gain
- Chapter 88: Like moths to a flame
- Chapter 87: April 5, 2017
- Chapter 86: Amber Society
- Chapter 85: Look at the flowers
- Chapter 84: Semblance of normalcy
- Chapter 83: The winning side
- Chapter 82: Just inconvenience
- Chapter 81: Flickering red haze
- Chapter 80: Not dead yet
- Chapter 79: Easy street
- Chapter 78: No one’s coming to save you
- Chapter 77: Anomaly
- Chapter 76: Do what we do best
- Chapter 75: And the second
- Chapter 74: Dust and ash
- Chapter 73: The first crack
- Chapter 72: Throatburn
- Chapter 71: Charity service
- Chapter 70: Obedience
- Chapter 69: A sense of safety
- Chapter 68: The future is bright
- Chapter 67: Brain shortage
- Chapter 66: Power trip
- Chapter 65: Everything to loose
- Chapter 64: A deadly road trip’s end
- Chapter 63: Sleepless nights
- Chapter 62: Delusions of the heart
- Chapter 61: Not the Lily I remember
- Chapter 60: Uglier than I remember
- Chapter 59: We own this city
- Chapter 58: Mind Fractures
- Chapter 57: Compliance is key
- Chapter 56: Different ball park
- Chapter 55: A strand of blonde hair
- Chapter 54: Ego driven
- Chapter 53: Blonde hair, blue streak
- Chapter 52: Control freak
- Chapter 51: Maybe it’s better like this
- Chapter 50: Who’s the real predator?
- Chapter 49: Tick Tock
- Chapter 48: Rely on just me
- Chapter 47: Do you miss me yet?
- Chapter 46: Route 66
- Chapter 45: Point of no return
- Chapter 44: Closer than you think
- Chapter 43: Greater Good
- Chapter 42: It keeps us alive
- Chapter 41: Do we really?
- Chapter 40: Talk, damn you.
- Chapter 39: The morning after
- Chapter 38: Flaming desperation
- Chapter 37: Fault Lines
- Chapter 36: Actions speak louder
- Chapter 35: Fear the infected
- Chapter 34: A river in Egypt
- Chapter 33: For my own good!?!?
- Chapter 32: Reality hits hard like fuck
- Chapter 31: Sleeptalkers
- Chapter 30: Wake up call
- Chapter 29: Like flies to rotten meat
- Chapter 28: Spiderweb
- Chapter 27: City of sorrow
- Chapter 26: Not much to loose
- Chapter 25: Made violent
- Chapter 24: A glimmer of hope
- Chapter 23: Not the bang you wanted?
- Chapter 22: Murderer Douchebag
- Chapter 21: Fine, damn it.
- Chapter 20: You’re safe now
- Chapter 19: Fucking blonde women
- Chapter 18: True nature
- Chapter 17: I can behave
- Chapter 16: Miss Bubblegum
- Chapter 15: Lawless land
- Chapter 14: What lies ahead
- Chapter 13: Maybe a little crazy
- Chapter 12: What they become
- Chapter 11: Train Tracks
- Chapter 10: Ex for a reason
- Chapter 9: Animals
- Chapter 8: New Jersey
- Chapter 7: This isn’t a date, right?
- Chapter 6: Collateral Damage
- Chapter 5: The Grahams make me sick.
- Chapter 4: Forks and knives
- Chapter 3: Goodbye Englewood
- Chapter 2: Are you serious?
- Chapter 1: Damn it all to hell.