Pretty Boy's head snaps toward me so fast I half expect to hear something crack. "What?!"
I shift, wiggling my toes as I feel suddenly uncomfortable. "I saw three of them die. That's why I came back for you."
The room goes silent.
Pretty Boy stares at me, and for the first time, the exhaustion in his face breaks, showing something raw in his expression.
"Who?" His voice is rough, like he already knows the answer but still hopes I'll say something different.
My face falls with guilt. He deserves the truth, but that doesn't make saying it any easier.
"There was a woman," I start slowly. "Blonde. Tall. She got swarmed. There was a guy, too. He went down trying to save her. I had to shoot them down to avoid reanimation."
All the voices in my head scream; liar.
I wonder if those two are zombies now. If a bite from me can turn people into zombies too. Or if I have black worms in me.
Ughhhhh!