WREN
The woman waited until another guard drifted toward the opposite side of the hall before speaking again.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the bowl in front of her, though she wasn't eating anymore as she stirred the watery broth with a piece of bread that had already begun to dissolve in the bowl of whatever it was.
"They tell everyone the disease appeared on its own," she murmured. "That it spread because of this or that."
“What are you driving at?" I asked.
She gave a quiet, humorless laugh. "You don't understand the stuff that is going down.” She shook her head and looked sideways .
A chill crawled up my spine while I looked in the same direction as she.
"What are you saying?" I asked again.
She leaned closer, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. "The outbreak was created." S
