The last thing Ada wanted was to get infected with the Las Plagas virus. She was supposed to get the ambar, not get infected. And now she had to go through it alone, like she always does. She’s used to it by now, she’s an independent woman after all.

Though all strong women have their weaknesses, and Ada’s was the goddamn virus. It made her feel weak, a feeling that she hated it. It was pouring down and she had to find somewhere safe. The effects had calmed down, but she didn’t know if they would come back soon and stronger.

She kicked a door with the last of strength she could regain and stumbled forward, she had to lean against a wall to balance herself. Her dress was wet, making her feel colder than before. She slowly sat down, her arms reaching to wrap them around herself trying to warm up and stop shivering. Until she heard footsteps..