I’m lying on the cold ground with Anderson a few feet from me, his whole body shaking.
“W … What happened?” I mumble, groaning as I move.
“C … Crazy freak!” Anderson gasps. “That Level three girl—she was right! You’re a freak!”
A freak?
My memory is dim, and I feel like I’m slowly emerging from a deep haze. I manage to sit up, “W … What’d I do?”
I fumble for my flashlight to look at him because he sounds like he’s in pain. When the light lands on him, I wince. “I didn’t do that.”
Did I?
Anderson looks pretty banged up. I can’t see any visible wounds, but he’s bruised.
I struggle to get up as he groans, “Of course you did! You went apeshit crazy! Started throwing me round and screaming!”
I help him up, feeling a wave of nausea overtake me as he continues, “And then you fell to the
