"Are you sure about that?" I asked, but I knew better than anyone to doubt Yale's predictions. She has never been wrong. Not even once.
Maybe there is a little part of me that wanted to not believe what she said, to delude myself.
But we are not like that. We do not sugarcoat anything. That is something I appreciate and hate about us.
"Yes. And, I don't think the child is going to survive either." She mumbled, gritting her teeth. "What do we do, Zion? Is there nothing we can do? Alexis and Wendy have been looking forward to having a child of their own.
"Isn't there anything we can do for them?"
I don't know. I don't know if there is anything we can do. We are not God. We do not have the power of life and death in our hands.
We are just humans that have been mutated because of an explosion we don't really understand. We can die, we can get hurt, we can bleed.
