Chapter 245

The Chinese restaurant was a two-story building, but the top floor didn’t offer much of a view. In the distance, gunfire sounded more intense. Emma Fletcher gripped her gun, peering through its scope to check out what was going on outside. Next to her, Camila Harrington leaned against the rough concrete railing, looking weak and out of breath. Sweat poured down her forehead in big drops. Her usually delicate face was flushed—way too red to be normal. "Camila, are you okay? Why are you sweating so much all of a sudden?" Emma noticed something was clearly off. She quickly lowered her weapon and reached out, pressing a hand to Camila’s forehead. "Oh god, you’re burning up! You’ve got a fever!" Panic welled up in her chest. With everything going on, getting sick now was dangerous as hell. No medicine, no treatment—this could get real bad, real fast. Emma slipped an arm around Camila’s shoulders, trying to lift her. She needed to get her downstairs and ask the owners if they had any fever m