9: Out in the desert, the battle raged on between the vampires and the zombies. A female vampire named Amrita was shoulder to shoulder with her friend, Bufadora. Every day it seemed as if there were more and more of these things. Bufadora's fists were as tough as hammers and she smashed them together with a zombie's head between them. The Scathing seemed to be spreading even beyond the city of Marble Cliffs, Arizona.
"How is this getting around so fast? Most of these people don't even have the chip. Somehow it's gotten everywhere! This virus must have ways of transmitting that we don't know about."
Amrita thought back to life on Sypraxus when the Scathing was still rampant. It had travelled from lake to lake infecting everyone in its path. "It must have a way of becoming airborne," she postulated while kicking her heel through the face of a zombie. "Before Dimojyn helped us to reconnect with our spirits, entire lakes were dying."
"You do have a point, Amrita. The Scathing travelled from lake to lake without any person being the medium." Bufadora looked around the desert and noticed tiny flying bugs here and there. These sand flies were something she hadn't noticed before. "These little bugs seem to have no fear in landing on us. We can swat them away, but what if they are carrying the Scathing in their bodies?"
Amrita looked around at the sand flies. "You're right. We don't know for sure one way or the other. We should bring some back to the hotel to examine them further." She looked around at the other vampires. "Bufadora, all of us Collective are immune to the Scathing, but the humans are not. We should go now to tell the Untaken at the hotel." Bufadora nodded and the two of them carefully caught a few of the sand flies, then headed off to warn the others to be wary of the flying bugs until more could be found out about them.
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