The Truly Special Infected

Gustavo Emanuel

The Truly Special Infected

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What would you do if you were an infected but... didn't lose all your consciousness? A few weeks after the initial infection, this is the case for a Hunter, who has to fight against the irrationality of his peers, attack instincts and, worst of all, imminent death...
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— Quem é você? — o Nyah Fanfiction me perguntou. — Bom — comecei —, sou um garoto com cara de dezesseis anos perdido na imensidão do mundo.....

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“What if you saw their side? What if it turned out that not all those infected wanted to end humans? This one-shot tells the story of one of them. A Hunter. A special Hunter. That I didn't want to be part of the stupid zombies who only thought about exterminating humans. Who fought against his own instincts. Who rooted for the good of humanity. A small and sad story about an infected person who no longer wanted to suffer.”

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