The odour of the putrefying corpses at the rear of the wagon had become too much and Jasmine felt the vomit hit the back of her throat. Such violent eruptions were dangerous in the heat of the desert. Her bodysuit, a crude and inferior Inspirtu clone of much more advanced and efficient Desertborn technology, was already struggling to keep her alive.
She kneeled on the sand, letting the last remaining contents of her stomach pass between her teeth. Her mind swirled with tumultuous thoughts, struggling to maintain clarity amongst the rush of images and emotions that overtook her. The J-SAF virus coursed through her veins and her Moonbaby metabolism fought tirelessly against the virulent invaders that attacked every cell within her body.
Not for the first time, she noticed blood in the viscous substance she saw seeping into the sand.
No matter.
J-SAF would be her revenge. The acolytes in the back of her wagon would fulfil one last action for her. J-SAF had taken hold of them all, one way or another. Now they would spread death amongst the lazy, insolent and bloated Concordat.
