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Falcon looks disappointed for a moment, as if he was expecting you to say something quite different than what you said. Resigned, he shakes his head. "Not anymore." You look at him in surprise. Falcon paces the floor for a moment. "You had cancer. The infection stopped it from spreading, and purged it from your body." You notice an overturned purse beside all the toppled chairs. You ease yourself down from the chair you're in, crawling towards it. You find a small mirror inside it. "Infection?" you finally ask. "Is that what this is? Is that what made me this way?" The last seven words come out softer. You sit on the ground, Indian style, running your hands through your hair. You tug on it, and are relieved to find that it really is your hair; not a wig. Falcon sits beside you. "Yeah. I guess the infection was good for some things. I wonder what the surgeons thought when they opened you up and there was nothing?" You remember the doctors and nurses sprawled on the operating room floor and shiver. Falcon notices your reaction. "They're dead, aren't they." You nod, staring at the torn carpet. Falcon nods slowly. "You don't remember anything about the infection, do you? You were one of the first to catch it, as far as I know. The green flu. Does that ring a bell?" You strain, trying to remember something. Anything.
"It'll be okay, honey. Mama's here…" Your mom is leaning over the stretcher, tears in her eyes. There's a horrid pain in your neck, and doctors are running everywhere. They pull your mother away as they put you into the ambulance. The paramedic puts gauze on your neck to staunch the bleeding. "How long as she been acting like this?" the paramedic asks your mother. "D-days. She's been acting crazy, biting people whenever she escapes from her room. She g-got into a fight with another girl out in that alley, and the other girl bit back! Can you believe that? They were tearing each other apart before you got there…" The paramedic's eyes were widening with each sentence your mom spoke. "This one needs to be quarantined. Immediately." She picks up a walkie-talkie and speaks into it. "I think we've found patient zero." She turns back to your mom. "Ma'am, you're going to be tested as soon as we're inside the hospital. Has she bitten you?" Your mom shakes her head. "No, Kyra hasn't bitten me, but that other girl did… Why?"
You snap back to the present. You hold up your hands, again examining the claws. "Falcon…what am I?" He stands up, and then offers his hand down to you. "Come with me, and I'll show you." You nervously take his hand, and he helps you up. "The sun should be set by now, so it's safe for you to go outside." He says. Confused, you stop walking. "Why wouldn't it be? I thought infected don't attack other infected." He chuckles softly. "They don't. It's the sunlight we have to worry about. Our eyes have become extremely sensitive to light. That's why we need to find you a hoodie and sweatpants, and get you out of that hospital gown. Preferably dark colored, to help you blend in. The mall's this way. Let's go."