Wang Ergou grips a modified flamethrower as the reeds glow in the moonlight in a fishing village in Zhejiang province. The "zombie bride," whom she had met at the homeless camp three days earlier, suddenly appeared at the entrance to the village, the barcode on the back of her neck oozing blood, but emerald liquid flowing under her skin.

  "Don't touch her!" Lin late autumn aimed the sniper rifle at the woman's raised abdomen, "Jade species carry fungal symbionts, contacts will become..."

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  Before she had finished, the woman burst into a nightingale's song. Thousands of fireflies rise into the air from the reeds, converging into huge double spirals of light. Wang's wristband vibrates wildly, and holograms reveal horrifying images of fungus-infected zombies engulfing the cooling towers of the nuclear power plant, and winged variants born from radiation clouds.