I sat alone at the back of the bowling alley. My head was spinning, and I knew this Flare was getting worse. I also knew there was nothing I could do about it.
Most of the Cranks crammed into the bowling alley weren't at the Gone yet. But they definitely had the Flare. You could tell by the way they laughed at anything, a high-pitched, shrill laugh that would make any sane person cringe. They had no rhyme or reason to anything they did. There was no order. And that made me stressed. And the stress made the virus worse.
I stared absent-mindedly at the crowds of people before me. My mind wandered, jumping from insignificant thought to insignificant thought. Were any of them conscious of what they were doing? Were they justifying it in their own minds, some kind of twisted logic I wasn't far enough Gone to understand yet? Did they honestly think they were having fun?
I hoped I never had to find out. Hopefully, I would be dead before that.
Why wasn't I dead now? I had trusted Tommy with that note- he was the only one I trusted was my friend enough to do it.
But sometimes I wonder if that's really why I chose him. Sometimes when my mind slips away from me, I wonder if it's for vengeance. He was the reason all this happened to me-to everyone. He should have to pay for it. And forcing him to have my blood on his hands was my way of getting back at him.
When my mind would snap back to normality, all those thoughts went away. Of course that wasn't true. But the logic was almost too good to ignore.