I looked down at myself in a panic. I felt around my body, searching for a hole, searching for crimson blood.
Nothing.
Judge Jackson stood to my left. He was so close that it was impossible to tell where I started and he began. I turned, and my theory was confirmed when my lips grazed his cheek. He smiled at me genuinely, forcing my heart to play hopscotch in my chest. Gunshots continued to erupt around me, followed my the deafening drop of bodies, yet, none of those bullets struck me.
“Why? Why am I still alive?” I whispered.
Judge Jackson straightened to his full height and left my side to assess the death and destruction. I stayed in place but did the same, observing my dead sisters that laid on the floor. Some of them were clearly mutations. One of the girls, Mariah, had a wing s
