"She answered much too quickly for my liking." The lighting in the room showed only part of his left cheek, the rest of his face was covered by his cap and the shadow it created. His fingers tensed around the edge of the table with each breath that he took. "Maybe it was because she was nervous? Your were questioning her as if she had killed a man. It was very unlikely that she was to survive the attack in the first place, and as soon as she was healthy enough to talk, here you come, bursting through her door and interrogating her! How did you expect her to react?"

My voice began to rise unexpectedly, and a nurse shot me a glare as if to keep quiet. I glanced around the room, making sure I had not waken any patients up before continuing my rant. "She hasn't even been told her family died during transport, so why would you ask her about her friend? Like it was her fault he was killed in the first place. Honestly Grant, I can't believe your so rude!" I whispered.

"People may be dying, but there's no reason to speak as if you losing you voice, Vivien." I shoved a hand in my pants pocket. "I have a right to interrogate anyway. She should remember how he died in the first place." He lifted his face to look me straight in the eye. "If she says she was not there at the time of the killing, then I believe her. You should too. One of the oaths we made when we first got this job was to be open to all opinions. So where is your compassion?"

Before Grant could answer my question I opened the door to Alice Burg's room. Her shoulders fluttered to her unsteady breathing. "Alice, I must apologize for Grant. He can be an ass sometimes." Alice smiled weakly at me. "It's really not a problem, my family can be much worse at times." Instantly I felt regret. "I'm glad to see you've gotten your voice back. You wouldn't believe how relieved the doctors were when they found organs to replace yours."

My stomach clenched as I imagined the torn bloody image. "You were quite lucky an officer found you in time. Any second more and you would not have made it." Alice nodded enthusiastically, although I could see how much the simple movement had hurt her. "I'm feeling much better than I did when I woke up from the coma. I'm very grateful to your team. I am actually very surprised I survived."

Her eyes averted to the chair next to her bed. "Please, sit down." I took a seat. "Yes. This is the first occurrence that a person who has lost so many organs and blood has survived." Her smile turned grim, as if recalling the pain. "I'm surprised that the doctors even tried." Alice's shoulders slumped. "It was my father's money, wasn't it?" I nodded slowly. She sighed and fidgeted. "I should have known. The doctors said that you wanted to tell me something. What is it?"

The simplicity of our conversation took a quick turn. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. "I'll admit that Grant does that better than me. Alice, your entire family died during the transportation to a safe zone." I stared at her hair instead of her face. "A hoard of zombies killed them."

A moment of dead silence passed between us. "Can I tell you something?" She continued with out waiting for my response. "I sort of expected that to happen. So I'm not going to cry of anything." I stared at her with a shocked expression on my face. "I'm not hydrated enough to cry any how." She smirked. The smirk had no life in it, only hatred and death.

"Do you know what it's like to walk in to a room and find your best friend dead? It's horrible. The only thing I remember about the attack is the raging pain that shot out of my stomach. My eye sight began to turn red, and everything got bright." She chuckled softly to herself. "Guess it's true about seeing a bright light. I thought that was only something people made up because they were crazy." Alice ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I was so stupid." You could hear the tears in her voice. "I left for a bag. A fucking bag!" She sobbed in to her hands. "I left to get something that carried a toothbrush, a washcloth, and hairbrush, and a few extra bullets. Because of that, he died!"

"I thought you were too dehydrated to cry." Grant's voice echoed through the room. Alice slammed her hands on to her thighs. The sudden movement made me cringe. "For the record, I wasn't crying. I was sobbing. What the hell do you want?" Her voice came out sharp. Grant took a step back. "Vivien and I have to leave."

I stood up and gripped her hand softly. "I'm very sorry for your loss." Her red face tightened, but she managed to nod anyway.

My hands still trembling, I left the room with Grant.