The Savior They Scorned

After three grueling years fighting the Crimson Flu, using my own blood to create the vaccine that saved millions, I was finally home.

Dr. Peterson from HHS was with me, ready to present my Presidential Medal of Freedom.

All I wanted was to hold my wife, Sarah, and tell her the nightmare was over.

But as I stepped out of the car, Sarah stood on the porch, her eyes wide with terror, not joy.

Then my brother Mark emerged, cradling a hunting rifle, my parents cowering behind him.

"You're infected!" my father yelled. "Stay back!"