Macy blinked away tears in her eyes as she watched the news on her couch.
They were talking about her friends.
"A week has passed since Mia Larsson and Larry Brighton's funeral.
Since then, residents have refused to leave their respective houses unless it's absolutely necessary.
Some have asked the Mayor for more security. Others already have plans to move away as The DreVille Slayer still roams free. The situation—"
She turned off the TV and sighed.
Her condition was getting worse, she was scared to eat because she knew she would end up vomiting again.
Camila knocked on her door.
"Hey." she greeted. "How are you doing?"
Macy let her in.
"Well, considering I'm finally able to get up from bed, I think I'm doing better."
"Have you eaten anything?"
Macy thought about it. "I don't think so, I can't keep anything down. Maybe it's because I keep seeing Mia's body. Everything I eat eventually makes me wanna barf."