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Whether it was because he’d already been battling the zombism in himself, or he’d simply had a stroke of luck, Jasper wasn’t sure, but when he peered into the microscope at the blood sample he’d treated with the vaccine he’d been able to develop after a mere six hours, he sat back and smiled. He hadn’t killed the virus, but he’d definitely retarded it. He wouldn’t know its full impact until he’d administered the vaccine to an actual zombie.

Night had fallen, making the windows act like a mirror as he passed by them. Seeing his reflection, he realized that his research had taken just a bit too long. The cloaking spell had worn off.

Wishing that he had a bit of magic in him so that he could communicate with Ben and tell him that he needed help getting away from the lab, he closed his eyes and tried sending a telepathic message on the off chance Ben would be meditating and pick up on it. When five minutes passed with n