Eleven bottles were discarded on the side of the road, some of them empty.
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"No no no, of all the shipments, not this one." The doctor muttered to himself under his breath, shattered glass crunching under his feet as he walked towards his cargo. The cart transporting them lay nearby, a broken axle having caused it's contents to be strewn across the country road the previous day, much of it now looted by locals.
A groan snapped the doctors attention to a farmer propped up on a nearby boulder, clutching a near empty bottle in his hand. Cold sweat pricked the doctor's brow as the farmer began to convulse.
"The transformation is beginning."