For several days, students and some teachers have been sitting in the closed wing of the school.

Mutating students moved through the corridors like dark shadows, and all because of the vaccine. Saliva dripped from their mouth, and limbs twisted with a quiet crunch.

Alex was sitting by the bookcase again, his back against the wall. He was often silent, but then he turned to his classmate.

"We need to get food somewhere, we can't sit here forever and wait for help."