Peyton shut her eyes, mind going back to the mission and the details that were still a little a little, willfully, foggy. "It was weird. Rep said his arm hurt, and he collapsed. Harrison said he'd gotten bit, but back in July, none of us were bit on the actual mission. Blood started seeping from Rep's eyes, nose, and mouth." The heels of her hands came up to press into her eyes, blocking out the sun. "He woke up, started screaming, attacked Harrison. Kept on attacking Harrison, until Harrison was somehow infected as well. We fought him down, broke whatever it was, but then a flash..." And here she couldn't remember exactly what had happened. One second she was trying to bring Rep down, the next Noah had run off, and America...
Peyton cringed, visibly, lips peeling back from her teeth before she was dropping her hands into her lap. "I tried to kill America, again. She got me into the decontamination room, and then everything was fine." Except not really. She still had nightmares.
"No liquid, no nothing as far as I could tell. Just him complaining about a bite from months ago, then s**t hit the fan."
