Kayla woke up to the sound of Helen opening the coat closet.
“Where you going?” Kayla asked, rising from the couch, stretching.
“Business.” Helen replied bluntly. “You stay here. But first, I need a blood sample.”
“Why?” Kayla asked curiously.
“Cuz.” Helen said, reaching into the closet for something. “It’s a little hobby of mine.”
“Uh, no.” Kayla turned away from Helen after seeing her pull out a needle and syringe from a box on the top shelf. “Needles give me the creeps—find another way!”
“Fine with me!” Helen smirked. She went out the door and slammed it behind her.
Kayla sat on the couch. Her stomach started growling. Her head started to hurt.
“You crazy?” Kayla thought aloud. “I ain't staying here by myself!”
Kayla exited the apartment and headed toward the old BK building wh
