"I have never met Will before, I'm pretty sure"

"When the war came around, Russia used this chemical, Dextatural acid in their bombs and missiles. Even though it was a minor chemical that was there just to create a larger explosion, it had a compound that could create selective amnesia,"

"Selective amnesia? Is that even a thing?"

"It was. But when the acid would be breathed, it would bring a contagious disease, that could either kill you, cure itself or give you amnesia"

"that still doesn't make sense" Will says, sitting up, clearly confused,

"What school did you go to?" Max asks,

"Statfield, why?"

I looked at Will and was shocked at his response, "I went to Statfield"

"Did you guys... hook-up?"

"If you we have selective amnesia, I doubt we'd remember"

"So it spread itself? Through the air and through human contact?"

"Basically," Max nodded,

" So how come it chose the side effect?"

"It depends how strong your body is, if it can cure itself, or if it's too weak to fight the bacteria"

"That's how my cousin died," Will said, tightening his grip on my hand,

"So, that means, I know him?" I say looking at Will, and he looked at me, and then we both looked at Max, who nodded,

"Could that have been the case with us?" I ask Max,

"No, those with the A23-ST5, have a built in firewall to shield and protect the antibodies. You just kissed a mutant and got mutant cells"

"That sounds...strange, "Will says with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but I still had so many questions,

"Hey, what's going on in here?" I heard a voice at the door say,

"Not now Demi," Max hushes her, reaching to shut the door,

"If you guys are doing some weird threesome shit, remember, god is watching" she said, lifting her eyebrows, "But seriously, what's going on. Are you planning your escape?"

"Escape?"

"Yeah, do you seriously want to fight against a army of millions and end up dying in a pool of your own blood?"

"So you're just going to abandon the plan?" Will asks,

"No, I'm going to kill that bastard, myself. Bek is just using us to do his dirty work then he can get revenge"

"Why would he get revenge?"

"All I know is that this guy can't be trusted" Demi says, walking in and sitting on the edge of the small desk in the corner,

"What do you suggest?" I ask,

"Well, we should make our own plan"