Everyone inside the room fell silent.
The teacher stepped forward slowly. "Are you sure it was the same person?"
The girl who had just run up from the lower floor was shaking, her breath coming in quick gasps. She held onto the doorframe for support.
"I-It's the s-same voice…" she stammered, her eyes darting to the others in the room. "S-She-she's not h-human…"
Her voice cracked. "I-I saw her. H-Her face… it-twisted. And her b-body… it moved w-wrong. Like-like her bones were b-breaking and-and fixing again…"
A tense silence followed. Some students exchanged nervous glances.
Then a girl near the back of the room crossed her arms and scoffed. "Oh, please. You're always making stuff up. You said you saw a flying Infectee two days ago, remember? And that turned out to be a trash bag in the wind."
"I'm not l-lying!" the stuttering girl shouted, tears forming in her eyes. "I-I saw it! She l-looked normal, b-but she smiled-and her mouth s-split open!"
