Fragments Chapter 8 Page 4

or blood virus or whatever it is that’s turning them into these freaks.

Poor old lady. All her life I bet you this old lady worked hard, but still ended up as a drone. Just like the rest. She didn’t have whatever it is that I have, the resistance that has somehow kept me apart and free of the full effects of this plague.

Was that just luck? Or some genetic resistance? A psychological thing… something from my childhood maybe? The experiences that almost drove me to the edge of insanity perhaps… Who knows?

Could my resistance be spread to them? And would that be a cure or a curse? Again, who knows…? I don’t have these answers.