Perfect. Here's the continuation — the survivor flees, unintentionally spreading the infection, and the Orcs scramble to contain the chaos:
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Week 7: Flight and Unwitting Contagion
I had survived by luck, shadows, and careful observation. But the city, now a hollowed ruin of fire, death, and larvae, could not hold me. Food was scarce, water contaminated, and the few remaining Orc patrols unpredictable. I had no choice but to leave.
As I moved through the outskirts, I noticed others — small groups of terrified four-armed humanoids — fleeing in every direction. Some carried what little possessions they could salvage; others were simply running from the screams and burning smoke. Unknowingly, many were already contaminated. The infection, subtle at first, would only manifest days later.
I kept to the forested edges, avoiding roads where Orc patrols might spot me. But every step carried danger: infected individuals stumbled across my path, their eyes glassy, bodies convulsing. I avoided direct contact, yet even the slightest brush with contaminated soil, water, or discarded material left me acutely aware that the pathogen's reach extended far beyond the city walls.
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Week 8: The Orcs' Response
Meanwhile, the Orc commanders were in crisis. Communication lines were cut as survivors fled in all directions. Panic among their ranks grew: some Orcs tried to reinforce quarantine zones, only to find them abandoned; others patrolled abandoned neighborhoods, discovering the scale of devastation too late.
A council of surviving Orc captains convened in a secure fortress on the outskirts. Their discussion was grim:
Containment impossible: The infection had spread faster than any patrol could respond.
Resource depletion: Orc soldiers had to guard both fleeing humanoids and remaining settlements. Supplies were stretched thin.
Mistrust among the humanoids: Even those who were uninfected began resisting Orc commands, seeing their masters as either incompetent or complicit in the catastrophe.
The Orcs realized that the infection could ripple through the entire region. Every fleeing individual was a carrier, and every abandoned nest a potential outbreak. Their calculated control, their centuries of domination, now faced a variable beyond brute force: a virus they could neither see nor fully comprehend.
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Week 9: Spread Across the Realm
By the ninth week, I had reached a secondary settlement, a modest cluster of huts and communal wells. Exhausted and starving, I thought I was safe — but the infection had already tagged me. I noticed small symptoms first: mild dizziness, nausea, and muscle fatigue. Not enough to stop me, but enough to carry the contagion.
I fetched water from the communal well, used shared utensils, and interacted with locals. Each action, innocent to me, became a vector for the pathogen. Within days, the first humanoids in this settlement began to show signs: trembling limbs, bulging torsos, and the characteristic convulsions. By the end of the week, this village had become another epicenter.
The Orcs, tracking reports from scouts and fortified settlements, grew frantic. Patrols were redirected, new containment strategies devised, and punishments intensified. Yet the more they acted, the faster panic spread. Orders conflicted, resources thinned, and their authority began to crack under the pressure of an invisible, unstoppable force.
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Week 10: Rahul's Design in Motion
From my distant vantage, I could feel the threads of chaos extending outward. Each fleeing humanoid carried the virus, each contaminated well and food source amplified it. The Orcs were forced into a reactive stance, constantly chasing outbreaks rather than enforcing control.
The one behind this plan had succeeded perfectly: the capital's devastation was only the beginning. The infection was now self-propagating, spreading across settlements, undermining Orc authority, and turning fear into an invisible weapon. And I, the lone survivor, had unknowingly become the unwitting agent of this biological storm.
Perfect.
Week 11: Orc-Controlled Regions Under Siege
By the eleventh week, reports of outbreaks reached every major Orc outpost. Fortresses that once symbolized unyielding control were now scrambling to contain the invisible enemy. Guards patrolled walls frantically, only to discover that the infected had already slipped past them, carried unknowingly by fleeing humanoids.
Orc commanders, once confident in their authority, now barked contradictory orders. Some demanded total extermination of infected settlements; others tried quarantining entire districts, only to see the virus leap beyond barricades. Orc soldiers grew exhausted, stretched thin, and paranoid — every humanoid, every abandoned dwelling, every food source became a potential vector.
Fires were set strategically to destroy nests, but smoke only spread panic, and larvae hidden in water and soil evaded detection. The Orcs' patrols became traps themselves, as soldiers inadvertently moved between contaminated zones, carrying infection along trade routes.
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Week 12: Chaos and Collapse
The humanoid populations, terrified and desperate, began fleeing en masse. Even uninfected villages emptied as rumors of death and convulsing creatures spread faster than the disease. Orcs tried to enforce martial law, issuing brutal punishments to anyone caught fleeing. But the more they oppressed, the faster their control unraveled.
By now, the virus demonstrated its full effect: infected humanoids displayed severe convulsions, their limbs spasming uncontrollably. Their four arms flailed in disorganized movements, sometimes knocking down others, spreading the larvae further. Eyes bulged, and throats constricted in painful gasps. Those who survived initial exposure would die within days, leaving behind nests of eggs ready to infect the next hosts.
Orcs, realizing the scale of devastation, began retreating to fortified strongholds. Some sent scouts to attempt retribution, only to find the settlements abandoned and the infected already gone. Panic among Orc ranks grew — they had never faced a threat so insidious, one that could not be fought with brute force or intimidation.
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Week 13: Rahul Observes Remotely
From his hidden vantage, Rahul monitored the unfolding chaos. Using his carefully placed observation points and scouts — trained to remain unseen — he cataloged every outcome:
Infection rates in different settlements
How humanoids behaved under stress and contagion
Orc tactical responses, their failures, and the weaknesses in their chain of command
Larvae reproduction cycles, propagation efficiency, and host mortality timelines
He took detailed notes, correlating behavior patterns with environmental conditions, host density, and Orc intervention strategies. Every convulsion, every collapse, every fleeing survivor became data points for his ongoing research.
Rahul smiled. The plan had exceeded his expectations. The virus was self-propagating, the humanoid populations were in panic, and Orc authority was crumbling under the weight of a crisis they could neither understand nor control. Every reaction, every mistake, provided him with more insights — insights he would later use to refine his organisms and improve future experiments.
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By the end of the thirteenth week, vast regions of the realm were destabilized. Trade routes were cut, Orc patrols were exhausted, and humanoids either hid or fled in terror. Rahul had achieved both a massive biological test and a strategic weakening of Orc power, all while gathering the most detailed observational data imaginable.