The Savior They Scorned

The Savior They Scorned

Gavin

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After three grueling years fighting the Crimson Flu, using my own blood to create the vaccine that saved millions, I was finally home. Dr. Peterson from HHS was with me, ready to present my Presidential Medal of Freedom. All I wanted was to hold my wife, Sarah, and tell her the nightmare was over. But as I stepped out of the car, Sarah stood on the porch, her eyes wide with terror, not joy. Then my brother Mark emerged, cradling a hunting rifle, my parents cowering behind him. "You're infected!" my father yelled. "Stay back!" Before I could protest my immunity, my gaze fixed on Sarah' s visibly round stomach. Three years gone. It wasn' t my child. Mark smirked, "It' s mine." The world imploded. My own family, the people I fought and bled for, now saw me as a plague. They gave me two options: banishment to a brutal wilderness or slow death in a rat-infested jail. Mark, fueled by malice, sedated me, framed me as an aggressive superspreader, and convinced the entire town to burn me alive. The acrid smell of kerosene mingled with my profound shock and disbelief. How could they be so blind, so callous? So easily manipulated? My sacrifice, my heroism, meant nothing. Just as Mark raised a lit torch, sirens screamed. Dr. Peterson, bewildered, stepped out of a government SUV, holding a gleaming medal. "This," he boomed, "is for Alex Miller. His unique antibodies saved millions!" The mob froze. Mark, in a fit of rage, accidentally shattered a vial of aggressive live virus, splattering himself, my parents, and Sarah. As they began to sicken, I pulled out my phone, playing Mark' s own self-righteous words back to him. "You have a choice, Mark. The ranger station, or the jail. For the good of the community." I walked away. I didn't look back. My family reaped what they sowed. My true purpose, my freedom, lay beyond this hateful town.

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After three grueling years fighting the Crimson Flu, using my own blood to create the vaccine that saved millions, I was finally home.

Dr. Peterson from HHS was with me, ready to present my Presidential Medal of Freedom.

All I wanted was to hold my wife, Sarah, and tell her the nightmare was over.

But as I stepped out of the car, Sarah stood on the porch, her eyes wide with terror, not joy.

Then my brother Mark emerged, cradling a hunting rifle, my parents cowering behind him.

"You're infected!" my father yelled. "Stay back!"

Before I could protest my immunity, my gaze fixed on Sarah' s visibly round stomach.

Three years gone. It wasn' t my child.

Mark smirked, "It' s mine."

The world imploded. My own family, the people I fought and bled for, now saw me as a plague.

They gave me two options: banishment to a brutal wilderness or slow death in a rat-infested jail.

Mark, fueled by malice, sedated me, framed me as an aggressive superspreader, and convinced the entire town to burn me alive.

The acrid smell of kerosene mingled with my profound shock and disbelief.

How could they be so blind, so callous? So easily manipulated?

My sacrifice, my heroism, meant nothing.

Just as Mark raised a lit torch, sirens screamed.

Dr. Peterson, bewildered, stepped out of a government SUV, holding a gleaming medal.

"This," he boomed, "is for Alex Miller. His unique antibodies saved millions!"

The mob froze. Mark, in a fit of rage, accidentally shattered a vial of aggressive live virus, splattering himself, my parents, and Sarah.

As they began to sicken, I pulled out my phone, playing Mark' s own self-righteous words back to him.

"You have a choice, Mark. The ranger station, or the jail. For the good of the community."

I walked away. I didn't look back.

My family reaped what they sowed.

My true purpose, my freedom, lay beyond this hateful town.

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