Abandoned Boyfriend of the Apocalypse
I ripped open my shirt, revealing the gray-white streaks creeping across my chest.
"Emilia, look at me. I can only hold on until midnight at most. Yet Dustin, whom you say is injured, speaks with a clear mind. In what way is he infected?"
The other team members lowered their heads.
One of them, Leon Ryleigh, mumbled softly, "Actually, Dustin could have easily avoided this..."
"Leon!" Emilia snapped.
But it was too late.