by Dana Lawrence » Sat Feb 04, 2012 1:31 am
Dana pauses and sits down on the ground. She takes off her sunglasses, even in the dim light Thomas can see her eyes are incredibly bloodshot.
"I am a dead end," Dana explains, "My abilities are slowly destroying my nervous system. I have a 50/50 chance of living to see 30. By 40, I will almost certainly be dead."
"I can not speak for others. But I want the world to remember me when I am gone."