The message was simple: "Code Blue initiated. Evac route confirmed. Medical units en route."
It played on loop, broadcasting from the rusted speakers along old Clinic Row.
But it was a lie.
Juno and Shade stood beneath the remains of Blackout General Hospital, watching survivors crawl out from alley shelters and basements, drawn by the promise of rescue.
“It’s bait,” Shade said coldly. “There haven’t been medical units for weeks.”
Juno adjusted the dial on the black box. The frequency match was perfect—same signal, same encryption. Origin: VIREX Node-7, long since abandoned after a biochemical leak.
They walked through the ruined hospital gates, where stretchers lined the streets like graves. The voice kept playing.
“Code Blue initiated. Please report to the south wing for triage.”
The survivors were lining up—desperate, confused, clutching wounds, children, each other. And waiting for care that wasn’t coming.
Juno stepped forward. “Don’t go inside! It’s not real!”