He gasped, “You’re one of them.”
Her hands fell from her face and a fearful look registered in her eyes as she expected nothing but the worse now.
“Daniel!” she called out in a hollow voice as he scrambled to his feet. He dashed out of the room the same second with lightning speed, and she knew she had to follow him. Her head hurt and it grew with every second that passed, but she couldn’t stay still and let it subside. She had to follow and make him understand things weren’t what he thought.
She ran into the living room and found Daniel already reaching for his rifle. He takes it and pointed it at her.
“Do not move.”
She held her hands up, despite wanting to put them on her aching head, “Daniel, listen to me.”
“How long have you been like this?” he demanded, and she couldn’t answer. Her silence gave him the answer. “You were one of them all along, the kind that killed my mother.”
He cocked the rifle. “Tell me why I shouldn’t end your life right now!”