Prologue

He should be dead.

After being shot four times through the chest, natural law clearly stated that he should be dead.

But he knew by now that man had a way of messing with the natural order, changing it to fit his own twisted desires.

Trying to play God.

They never learned.

…

He should’ve died.

Either someone up there really liked him, or someone down here really wanted to use him.

He was going to go with the latter.

But it wasn’t like he was going to go with this quietly. He had a mission: to scrub this virus off the face of the earth.

And that was exactly what he going to do.

EDIT* Yeah, I forgot to add the prologue... Stupid me...