In the darkening ally I couldn't tell if he was infected or not, I honestly dident care. He now remained sitting on my stomach, pining my arms down. "What....what did I do?" I ask low and freighted. Looking me dead in the eye, observing me like some experiment. "Are you..." he paused. " One of them?"
I put my hand up and felt his hair, him loosening his grip made it simple for me to move. When I touched him he flinched. Then he placed his hand on mine.
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-clife hanger cuz ima bitch-
