Chapter 75 - Mercy and Murder

The glowing blue fluid moved across the floor like it was alive, like it had purpose and intent beyond simple liquid physics. It didn't flow the way normal liquids should—obeying gravity, seeking the lowest point, spreading evenly. Instead, it flowed in patterns that suggested searching, actively hunting, reaching toward the nearest warm bodies with predatory intent that was impossible to deny. The fluid created tendrils of contamination that stretched across the metal floor, thin fingers of glowing death that extended toward boots and exposed skin with horrifying deliberation. The tendrils moved like the pseudopods of some microscopic predator magnified a million times, testing, probing, seeking vulnerable flesh to invade and transform.