Infected: The Virus Made Me Stronger

A bone-crunching scream ripped through the hallway. The infected slammed against the barricade—snarling, clawing, ravenous. Blood pooled beneath the door. Axel’s hands were shaking. His knife was dull. His vision blurred. And then… the bite. It tore into his shoulder, fire spreading through every nerve. He hit the ground, waiting for death. But it never came. Something inside him twisted. His muscles tensed, bones snapped, then realigned. His breath came slow—steady. The world sharpened. His heartbeat vanished into silence. He rose. The infected turned. Their growls deepened. They smelled flesh—but this wasn’t prey anymore. This was something else. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ten months ago, the world ended. The infection spread faster than bullets could stop it. Cities fell. Governments collapsed. No system appeared. No chosen ones. Just chaos—and the hunger that came with it. Now, survival is a daily war. Humans live in scattered zones, praying the walls hold. The infected roam in packs. Mutants rule the wild. Axel doesn’t know what he is anymore. Not fully human. Not like them either. He heals too fast. Sees too far. Moves like he’s been trained by death itself. But the virus is still inside him, changing him with every breath. And the dead still come for him. There’s no prophecy. No destiny. No savior. Just one man. One mutation. And a world that needs burning.