#Chapter 171: Plastic

Ava When I finally straightened up from my bout of sickness, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I turned to face Chris with wide eyes. He was utterly frozen, his face a mask of abject horror. “I don’t understand,” he muttered, clutching the moonstone around his neck. “The moonstone is back. This shouldn’t be happening. The blight shouldn’t be spreading.” I placed a hand on his arm, trying to offer comfort even as my own stomach churned. “Maybe it just needs more time?” I asked, accepting the bottle of water that Leonard offered me. Before Chris could respond, the chief scientist approached us. The plastic sheet covering his face behind the hazmat suit did nothing to hide the worry in his expression. “Alpha, Luna,” he greeted us, his voice muffled. “I’m afraid we need to evacuate the Packhouse immediately.” Chris’s head snapped up. “Evacuate? Is it that serious?” The scientist nodded gravely. “I’m afraid so. We need to contain this outbreak be