Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 913

Chapter 913: Gave Everything She Had

Violet stood floating in the air, staring down at the district she had once called home.

She had never thought she cared much about this place. In fact, growing up, all she had ever wanted was to leave District One behind. Yet now that it stood on the verge of destruction, she found herself unable to look away.

The streets and buildings were familiar to her. It was her roots. To think President Roy had the audacity to blow it all up.

Technically, the virus had started in Aster City and yet they had done everything in their power to contain it. Resources had been poured into it while solutions had been explored. He had fought desperately to keep it under control.

But when it came to District One, the quickest solution was to bomb it? Why? Because it was home to the poor masses and not the rich?

Even if the situation had spiraled beyond control, there should have been evacuation efforts for the humans still trapped inside.

Instead they chose destruction.

The thought alone sent anger coursing through her veins, and that anger fueled her power. Darkness moved around her in vast waves before spreading across the streets below.

Violet didn’t need to think about how she had healed the zombies the first time. She didn’t know the science behind it. All she understood was that she wanted to save them, and her powers responded to her desire.

The darkness surged across one street and swallowed an entire cluster of zombies. They dropped to the floor at once. Violet didn’t need to fly down and check if it worked. Deep down, she knew.

So while their bodies began to change, the twisted flesh, gray skin and signs of decay breaking away to reveal healthy skin beneath, Violet had already turned her attention elsewhere.

She stretched out her hand and did it again. The darkness swept across another section of the district and more zombies collapsed. The rot vanished and their humanity returned.

She continued street after street. Everywhere her darkness passed, the infected fell.

Except there was a problem.

District One was too vast and despite everything she had already accomplished, it felt like she was doing nothing at all.

Asher and Micah had joined Alaric on the ground, rescuing as many civilians as possible.

Lightning flashed across entire roads as Alaric blasted away clusters of zombies after them. Asher moved from one group of survivors to another, directing them toward safety while putting down any infected that got too close. Micah was everywhere at once, appearing beside trapped families only to vanish with them a second later.

But the scale of it was overwhelming.

For the first time, uncertainty crept into Violet’s chest. What if she wasn’t powerful enough? Perhaps she had gone way over her head this time.

Meanwhile, back at the command center...

"Sir, I think you have to look at this."

General Graham frowned at the urgency in the data officer’s voice and stepped toward the monitor.

Around him, the command room remained busy. Officers relayed information across channels while analysts monitored the bombers heading toward District One. The operation was proceeding exactly as planned.

Or so he thought.

The young officer enlarged a section of drone footage.

At first Graham saw nothing unusual. It was only one of the infected. But that was until the zombie who had collapsed on the street slowly pushed herself to her feet. Dirt covered her clothes and face, but that wasn’t what drew attention.

She looked human. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"What is this?" Graham could not believe his eyes.

A murmur swept through the control room since they were getting similar videos.

"Sir..." the officer breathed. "I dare to say, I think she’s reversing the infection."

"That is impossible," Graham said immediately.

The officer quickly pulled up more drone footage of recovered civilians.

A teenage boy sat in the middle of the road staring at his own hands in confusion. An elderly woman cried openly while touching her face as if reassuring herself she was still alive. A man looked around wildly, trying to understand how he had ended up surrounded by the chaos.

There was nothing feral about them. If anything, they looked disoriented like people waking from a nightmare.

The young man enlarged Violet’s image again as she controlled the darkness rolling across the streets beneath her.

"Sir," he said, pointing toward the screen. "I think I figured out the pattern. Wherever that shadow of hers touches, it reverses the change."

His voice grew urgent.

"Sir, I think we have to call back the planes."

"What?" Graham said.

The officer turned fully toward him.

"General, if she’s healing the zombies, then we have to give her enough time."

Graham’s jaw tightened. Instead of answering, he looked toward another analyst.

"Have the pilots arrived?"

"One minute to target range, sir."

The analyst hesitated.

"Should I call them back?"

For a second, something like uncertainty passed across Graham’s face. Then it vanished.

"No."

Nearly every officer in the room looked toward him, shocked.

The data officer stared. "But sir, if she really is curing them—"

"Then she should have appeared before the bombs started falling," Graham snapped.

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