Thirteen's POV
"Wait." Zack says as he grabs hold of my arm again. He looks back at the body and grimaces, his face turning even paler than before.
I look over again but I don't see what he sees. "What?" I question.
He takes several reluctant steps towards it and points. "Didn't Lydia have a bullet wound in her shoulder because of Sam?"
I look at where he's pointing as I mover closer. I kneel back down and probe at the shoulder with my fingers. Zack gags.
"I didn't point it out so you could do that!" He shouts in complete panic.
I roll my eyes at him but continue picking through the s***h wounds on the shoulder. They're all just that, s***h wounds. No bullet holes.
"You're right." I tell him as I push myself back up so I'm standing. I look back at the necklace in my hand. Zack eyes
