[h2][color=lightpink]Sherry Birkin[/color][/h2][hr]”Hmmm.” She reached over and helped herself to a chunk of the meat. “Thank you for sharing your food,” she said before she took a bite. It wasn’t terrible.

“Sorry, you… your father birthed you? Who was your father? And how old are you?”

She started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach, and it wasn’t from the deer. Rationally she knew the G-virus was just like any other virus that could be engineered for bioterrorism, but this one… it felt like everything that Claire and Leon had done, the sacrifices her parents had made, were all for nothing, now that someone had finished the work her father started.