I nodded. "That's me."
The survivors nodded, looking resigned. I knew I had to do something, but I was running out of options. The vaccine was not a magic bullet, and I was starting to realize just how limited it was. I nodded
I felt a chill run down my spine. This was something I hadn't anticipated. My vaccine was designed to prevent infection, not cure it. The vaccine was not a magic bullet, and
I hesitated. "I'm not sure. I've only been able to test it on people who haven't been bitten yet." My vaccine was designed to prevent infection, not cure it
The survivor, a grizzled old man, eyed me warily. "We've heard of your vaccine. It works, but it's not a cure-all. What about the people who are already infected?"
As I left the building, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was running out of time. The zombies were getting smarter, and the survivors were getting desperate. I had to come up with something, and fast. The world depended on it.
As I walked through the deserted streets, I noticed that the zombies were getting more and more aggressive. They were no longer just shambling along, but were actually moving with a purpose. It was as if they were being drawn to something.