Surviving the Dead Life Saver!

THIS EPISODE: Life Saver!

It didn’t come with screams.

No gunfire.
No alarms.
No warning at all.

It started as coughs….

One person at first. Then two. Then half the settlement.

A fever swept through Frontier Springs like a shadow slipping under the walls—burning hot, relentless, leaving even the strongest barely able to stand. Children shook with chills. Elders slipped in and out of consciousness. The infirmary filled faster than it ever had during the deadliest winters.

This wasn’t THE plague.

But it was just as dangerous.

The vaccines they fought so hard for only protected against infection from the bites of the dead.

They did nothing against sickness, exhaustion, or the slow collapse of bodies pushed too far, for too long.

And Frontier Springs was running out of medicine.

Antibiotics were gone. Painkillers nearly finished. IV fluids diluted to uselessness.

Every day the flu spread further, stealing strength, hope, and time.

Rick watched it happen helplessly.

He’d faced walkers without flinching.
He’d stared down raiders with an empty rifle.

But this?

This was quieter,  Crueller….. You can’t shoot a sickness.

Old records mentioned a place—something from the early days of the outbreak.

A temporary medical camp set up by emergency response teams when the cities first fell.

Tents, generators, stockpiled supplies meant to treat civilians before evacuation.

Evacuation never came.

The camp was abandoned within weeks.

Now it sat deep in raider territory.

Scouts confirmed it still stood—or what was left of it.

Broken fencing, Burned-out vehicles,  And worse… movement.

The dead had been drawn there over the years, clustering around the remains of generators, drawn by echoes of the past.

The raiders hadn’t stripped it clean.

Not yet.

Too dangerous. Too many corpses. Too close to a known dead zone.

Which meant one thing, Rick had to gamble again.

He gathered a small party—those still strong enough to walk, those willing to risk infection, blades, and bullets for people too sick to fight for themselves.

They wouldn’t have the luxury of stealth for long.

Gunfire would bring the dead.

Silence would bring the raiders.

And the camp itself would be a maze of rotting tents, overturned gurneys, and bodies that might still remember how to move.

Time wasn’t on their side.

Every hour wasted meant another fever breaking—or another life lost.

As the gates of Frontier Springs creaked open once more, Rick looked back at the settlement he’d sworn to protect.

This time, he wasn’t hunting weapons.

He was hunting time….. And in a world where death never sleeps, time may be the rarest resource left.

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