"It can't be," I whisper to myself.
Yet, as my eyes trace the ravaged features of the snarling, hideous creature on the other side of the glass, his familiarity is undeniable.
"It's him." Hannah comes to stand next to me, so close that our shoulders touch.
I glance at her face and realize she's experiencing the same emotions as I am. Our husband, a man who we both thought dead, has come back from the grave. The moment is heart wrenching, but there's a glimmer of hope. He's been brought here as a Primitive so that our Sanctuary can work on a potential cure.
"How is this possible?" I glance at Dr. Summers. "He had a neuroblastoma, a tumor that would have been fatal within weeks of the attacks if the Primitives hadn't gotten him. How is it possible that he's still alive?"
Dr. Summers sha
