NADINE'S P.O.V
"Jennifer?"
She grinned wider. "In the flesh."
She hadn't changed much since I last saw her except that her hair was now much shorter. It barely even grazed her collarbones. She was more lithe than the last time I saw her and she twirled a small sharp object between her fingers. It was too small to be a knife, it was triangle shaped, but I could tell it was sharp from the way she avoided grazing her fingers with it.
She seemed better, happier than I last saw her, but then again, she'd just lost her friend and she hated me enough to drug Rowan and I so she could escape and run away with our supplies.
She turned to the man- her new partner maybe? "Put it down, they're safe."
"We don't know that for sure," he tried to argue. "They could be hurt. We need to be sure."
"He would never let an infected go with him," she said, gesturing to Rowan. "And he loves her too much to let her get infected. They're safe."
