Amaira quickly scurried away from Rose, wide-eyed and with her hand still over her mouth. 'Did she get a skin infection?'
She anxiously unbuttoned the first few buttons of her top and to her relief, she wasn't infected by whatever Rose had on her chest.
A ray of sunlight touched the lumps and Amaira watched in horror and disgust as the lumps shifted under Rose's pale skin, scattering elsewhere out of the scope of the sun's heated gaze.
Rose's eyes were deeply sunken in her face, her cheeks were hollow and her lips, an odd shade of brown. Her injured legs were broken and twisted, their color, a mixture of light blue and a hint of purple that Amaira had never seen on a person before.
The beauty queen before her, who has won the competition for the prettiest face in Roma City for two consecutive years with her curly auburn hair, freckled cheeks, blue eyes, lovely long legs, and perky breasts, now resembled a bloodless corpse.
