Things were getting too real around here.
Micah noted it the moment he saw the ward set up around the school. So they were involving witches now. All it had taken was one zombie virus for that line to finally be crossed.
Of course, with the virus on the rise, his uncle's and President Raymond's utmost concern was protecting the future leaders. Or, in kinder terms, the children of aristocrats.
That was the only reason there weren't parents crowding the gates, demanding their children be sent home. Not that anyone was foolish enough to wander the streets of Aster City in times like these without a ridiculous amount of protection.
Micah didn't exactly need protection, but that didn't mean he wasn't careful.
He avoided zones with the highest infection rates, kept to routes he trusted, and stayed alert. So far, there had been no reports of infected werewolves, but Micah wasn't stupid enough to lower his guard.
