Chapter 51: The Cholera Gambit
Author: Clare Felix
last update2025-10-08 03:04:12

The alert that shattered the pre-dawn quiet was unfamiliar to Reuben. It was not the constant, pulsating red of a forthcoming attack, but a frenzied, strobing white—a Priority One: Active Outbreak warning. The System's map pinned itself on the "Hope Resurgent" refugee camp on the arid plains outside Silverport. The [PATHOGEN] field simply read: Vibrio cholerae.

**OUTBREAK STATUS: CONFIRMED.**

**WHERE: Hope Resurgent Camp (Population: ~42,000).**

**ESTIMATED CASES: 847.**

**PROJECTED CASUALTIES IN 72H: 1,200-1,800.**

**INTERVENTION WINDOW: CRITICAL.**

Reuben's breath caught. Cholera was a merciless and efficient killer. It did not just make people sick; it drained the life from them in a flood of watery diarrhea and vomiting, leaving desiccated, dehydrated husks behind. In the packed, water-starved conditions of a refugee camp, it would burn through the population like wildfire.

A Race Against the Tide Arriving at the camp with Anna and a small team was like stepping into a waking nigh
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