I looked up from the dots of red to see the girl looking at it. As she saw that I saw her looking she held up her wrist. There was a Z with partially blue and mostly red. It was like hers was almost completely corrupted and I didn't want to know what would happen if it ever did.
"Did he get you too?" She asked in a timid voice as if she barely had any energy left. I was startled that she spoke but not as afraid knowing more people than just me were being attacked.
"Yeah, one of the police got me." I said. When I finished her face looked more relived, for me.
"So you won't end up like me." she said as I saw red creep closer to the middle of her scar. "He was the most horrible thing I had ever seen."
