My mind was drowning—submerged completely beneath waves of anger and sorrow that crashed over me with such relentless force that I couldn't distinguish one emotion from the other anymore. They'd merged into a single tsunami of anguish that threatened to pull me under and never let me surface again.
Jasmine.
The image of her transformation was seared into my retinas—branded there with the permanence of a hot iron pressed against flesh. No matter how tightly I squeezed my eyes shut, I could still see every horrific detail with crystal clarity.
Her eyes clouding over with that milky white film as the infection spread through her system like poison through water. Her expression shifting from pain and fear to something blank and hungry and utterly empty of everything that had made her human. The way her fingers had clawed at the air, reaching for me with montruous intent even as tears still streamed down her transforming face.
